This unpleasant twisting sensation pulls my mind in every direction. My understanding is spiraled around itself and everything distorts into a liquid filled column of unsteadiness. I strain to look straight ahead but see only reflections and bent light coming from elsewhere. Brightness catches in my sides, only to be lost in the darkness of my unbalance. Flashes of perception invade my senses but I lose it all in the glassy disturbance of the light. The lensing effect of my warped form causes the world to exist strangely. Beauty and meaning are replaced with menacing discontent; a darker world exists on the other side of this sickening vertigo.
I blink.
I blink again.
I am no longer dizzy.
But linearity is gone and the world is still dark.
