not a xaoiboing
I get spells on occasion. Usually late at night, and always when I’m typing. I’ll be sitting and then at once feel as though everything is out of place. I feel some acute awareness of space that’s been compromised. My hands are far away, and the room is just, well, off in some way. Like Alice when she just barely licked the mushroom.
Dizzy. Sudden. Sudden and I'm so far above the keyboard. My arms are longer than they could possibly be. How does it even work? I get tired just thinking about sending electricity down the length of my arms.
A line is the shortest distance between two points. The line from my hands typing on the keyboard to my eyes would be short enough to imagine, but still daunting. That line doesn't exist though. It's all just traveling down down down my arms, dropping to my elbows. How can it be so far? Then upupup the incline of my forearms to reach my hands, which seem to occupy a single point in space. My hands have no surface area. And my head. How can thoughts survive at this altitude? My eyes ache just from the assumption that the atmosphere is thinner up here. I put my feet flat on the floor and things sort themselves out, more or less.
Dizzy. Sudden. Sudden and I'm so far above the keyboard. My arms are longer than they could possibly be. How does it even work? I get tired just thinking about sending electricity down the length of my arms.
A line is the shortest distance between two points. The line from my hands typing on the keyboard to my eyes would be short enough to imagine, but still daunting. That line doesn't exist though. It's all just traveling down down down my arms, dropping to my elbows. How can it be so far? Then upupup the incline of my forearms to reach my hands, which seem to occupy a single point in space. My hands have no surface area. And my head. How can thoughts survive at this altitude? My eyes ache just from the assumption that the atmosphere is thinner up here. I put my feet flat on the floor and things sort themselves out, more or less.