Oct
23rd
Thu
23rd
I lie awake at night and think about the spore that created me.
How did it come to pass this transformation into otherness?
Why am I under this Voodoo?
Who will know the things I have seen, feel, smell, when all is done?
What is the nature of consciousness; will mine become lost?
When it is done, will the pain end?
One day I awoke a bit stuffy and pale. It was approximately noon, a bit early for me to rise. Jumping out of bed, I noticed the tile floor under my feet was a bit squishier…
