So flashing lights can elevate the mind into a different temporal state.
An English man reading a book in Chinese while The Innkeeper prepares a bed.
I talk of taking him out to sing karaoke tomorrow night.
A feeling of surreal Eidos.
I’m wearing a mask, we all know… but it hides a painful countenance, so the jester is full of empty mirth.
I’ve had this dream before…
But also seizured and sleep deprived, how do I know I am not in a dream?
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