I drift through my brain like a spirit, watching as sounds, words and sights trigger flashes as the neurons fire, different places for different inputs.
Music flashes one, a conversation another. I feel as one with my brain, as we dance with the universe.
The brain is always active, flashing continually, but this intensifies as context changes from stimuli to stimuli.
An old friend’s death, the song of a bird, the tears of my children. Anger, despair, longing, ecstasy, insight.
Is he there? Is the bird here? Where is my mother? I see her and know she’s with me but I can’t find her.
Time collapses and distorts. Is this memory or prescience? Now, then or soon?