A blank white sheet, spread over my computer screen, pulls through my psychotic gaze that has consumed my several NOWs. And yet every NOW looks the same as though the “god” stopped time. A glass of water on a table beside me has been untouched for two hours now. Unwanted particles are lying on its surface; they want to cut the top layer of the shaped water to coalesce with the water. Later, the water and the particles will entangle with particles in my body. And this tiny series of entanglements will become a part of one supreme entanglement.
“The First Sentence”
Gradually, the sheet is getting blurrier than before. My gaze is still fixed on the screen; however, the sheet fades into oblivion. As I lose myself in the moment, I see myself (matter) exploding into infinite indivisible particles leaving only a void behind. And each particle is being entangled with other particles in nature. My consciousness, which has kept me busy and sane until now, has disintegrated into particle consciousness. Thus, everything becomes senseless when we use our senses less. And this persistent, recurring senselessness is enough to make me stop existing on this earth. Thus, keeping my conscience aside and sacrificing myself to this moment, I transform myself into words.
The brook flows wherever it is taken by entanglements. And when I come to my senses, I see art.
“The First Sentence”
Gradually, the sheet is getting blurrier than before. My gaze is still fixed on the screen; however, the sheet fades into oblivion. As I lose myself in the moment, I see myself (matter) exploding into infinite indivisible particles leaving only a void behind. And each particle is being entangled with other particles in nature. My consciousness, which has kept me busy and sane until now, has disintegrated into particle consciousness. Thus, everything becomes senseless when we use our senses less. And this persistent, recurring senselessness is enough to make me stop existing on this earth. Thus, keeping my conscience aside and sacrificing myself to this moment, I transform myself into words.
The brook flows wherever it is taken by entanglements. And when I come to my senses, I see art.
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