I am falling, falling into blackness. Is this a dream? There's no feelings here. No sense of touch, neither light, nor sound. I lurch, hoping to grasp something, knowing beforehand the futility of the effort. But am I even moving? I cannot say. I try to remember the last thing I did, the last place I was, but as I try to graze my memory buds, I find the darkness engulfing me. It is complete, omnipresent, omnipotent. I (cannot)see any past, nor think about the future. It is just me, the evanescent present, and my conscience.
But I am thinking, ain't I? I still have the power of speech! What else? I can move my body. The semantic and procedural memories seem to be fine. What is happening to me? Wait...why do I know this kind of classifications? I feel so tired....
How long have I been like this? How old am I?
Are these even valid questions?.....
Is this whole creation just my mind? What am I?
My brain seems to be in overdrive...it being stripped of its responsibilities. No sensory input, no episodic data, no worries, no pain. Everything is too peaceful, too bland. It can't always have been like this.
1: Ignominy
Posted by : Varun Torka on
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
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1 comments:
I can't wait to read the next chapter..this is going to be fun...the suspense is killing me.
jaldi likh na!
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