Friday, March 24, 2006
A New Form for the Last Day of Eleven Years
I hallucinated a new form for my psychosis for this, the last day of the first dozen years. The hallucination starts as I involuntarily focus in on a point in space directly in front of me; flames lick up the walls of my tunnel-vision as a choir sings louder and louder in a higher and higher pitch. For now, the hallucination disperses itself before the flames meet at the focus point.