Strangest thing. I laid down to go to sleep and nothing happened. I feel at the moment, as alert as radar, though I've been up 32 hours.
These are interesting sensations I'm having now. The silence sounds fuller, like it's breathing. Thick and rank, as if it's old.
I find times like these indescribable, where I feel like another person and yet still somehow me. As if the world had been turned precisely ninety degrees. It's the feeling one gets when they stand up too fast.
I imagine this is mysticism. Indeed, I profess that it does feel as if a profound realization is within reach. But I imagine that's not because I'm moving closer to anything deep--rather, I'm simply seeing things differently than normal.