275 of 365

Sometimes just fleetingly I get this feeling that I am falling. Falling so fast, so suddenly that I know not why or when the falling will stop. The pace quickens and I wish it wouldn’t. But it does. I fall not freely, but with resistance. Not because of the numerous objects falling along with me. A glass, many books, pencils, coffee beans and lots and lots of shoes are continuously falling in a loop next to me. It is this strange feeling of falling and being ripped apart. Parts of me rearrange themselves in miraculously different ways. As I continue to fall, I continue to change. The objects around me, though, remain the same. It feels like an experience of the body, outside of it.

I feel anew.


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