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That time i tripped & fell into a black hole


(c) The New Yorker

Once upon a time, just yesterday in fact, and about a million miles from here, I tripped and fell down a rabbit hole into a land divorced from body, separate from self, far above the world. To get to this place, I had a little help from a white rabbit I know… let’s call him Kyle. Simultaneously within and without myself, I careened through a multitude of psychic layers until I came to the end, which might have been the bottom and it might have been the center.


Let it be known, I am practiced in the art of dissociation, both from the times it happened to me as a protective measure, and the times I willingly chose it in the name of play.