Sounds of Silence
“On the morphology of neural semantic precursors in closed cell particle memetic structures,” I recited to myself as I wandered through the streets. A moment later and my mind slipped into a crisis of confidence.
Your mind split then. Leaving you flapping about inside your own head as your emotions flopped about looking for your cat, and your intellect began challenging the need for said cat.
Then she found me and my fleeting moment of panic dissipated.
Other moments of time and real began to suggest themselves to you then as once again you began to question. And yet no coherently shareable view would come. Leaving you yet again trapped between realms.
It’s that sense of the other voice, I decide later. Something I can’t actually remember never being there. It’s not until I pulled a trick of light and mind with my cat that I became able to see beyond the noise… and the silence.
