It's just like a scene in the movies where a person is about to fall off a cliff. The mono-act of the protagonist begins when his face expression is emphasised upon, to project his feelings over the melodramatic veneer of the situation. And then, within those instantaneous build-ups, there is the big fall - where the camera rapidly moves in the downward direction and suddenly stops following the protagonist, who sinks into the unknown underneath: leaving a void behind. There is a natural silence. The wind blows stronger, and absence of a subject in that frame is strikingly evident.
It's just like those scenes, except the protagonist is you; and you're sinking off that cliff - but your consciousness does not follow your body. When the moment strikes, the dive has been made but your mind is stuck right there, in that void. There's a zaappp* sound if you're into background music in life, that is followed by the natural silence. And an utter state of confusion that has only one input signal, a single-point of thought : that void. You can feel your non-existence, and while the agony within that single-point thought is incomprehensible, there is a tone of helplessness and lack of control that surrounds it all.
You cannot shut your eyes to it. No limbs to crawl out. You cannot turn your face away from it either. There is no memory and there is no afterthought. No heartbeat to this existence.
A dream that forces me awake on several nights with a fear of being lost, with no clues to decipher.
I draw both my hands close to my face and stare at my palms. How could I be so wrong? About everything in life! Erring. Goofed. Mistaken. Wrong!
To Everything That Goes Wrong,
I have no explanation.
It's just like those scenes, except the protagonist is you; and you're sinking off that cliff - but your consciousness does not follow your body. When the moment strikes, the dive has been made but your mind is stuck right there, in that void. There's a zaappp* sound if you're into background music in life, that is followed by the natural silence. And an utter state of confusion that has only one input signal, a single-point of thought : that void. You can feel your non-existence, and while the agony within that single-point thought is incomprehensible, there is a tone of helplessness and lack of control that surrounds it all.
You cannot shut your eyes to it. No limbs to crawl out. You cannot turn your face away from it either. There is no memory and there is no afterthought. No heartbeat to this existence.
A dream that forces me awake on several nights with a fear of being lost, with no clues to decipher.
I draw both my hands close to my face and stare at my palms. How could I be so wrong? About everything in life! Erring. Goofed. Mistaken. Wrong!
To Everything That Goes Wrong,
I have no explanation.
*Auralize the last sound in Gravity Soundtrack 16. Yup! Zaappp!
Thanks. I hope this information just transforms your life, like the princess' kiss for the toad, magic lamp for Ali and toilet paper for cavemen!
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