Psychonograpy

I’ve come to believe that it’s all backwards. We think we sit behind our eyes somewhere, a homunculus riding a pair of google eyes commanding our feet and hands to go places. The truth of your psyche is it’s the darkness you return to each night, the oredack and shimmer that suffuses each passing vision until you blink and start the next slide show, the gap that in the space between breath patterns and the silence between thoughts.

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