deep story nr. 135 l subconscious l by Doncler

Continuation deep story no. 133


A veil of mist settles over my perception. The white of the
wintry landscape takes on the colors of the rainbow and I feel
the world stop spinning. Time stretches and my overwhelmed mind
seems to open up. One minute seems to stretch into hours.
Experienced time and passing time no longer exist in lockstep.
Their congruence, given by natural law, seems to dissolve. The
mind is accelerated as well as slowed down at the same time. In
the process, the sense of time is anesthetized to such an extent
that viewing the extremely stretched event resembles the
performance of a magician. It plunges thinking and perception
into inner contradictions. The senses make an effort to perceive
everything particularly precisely, to recognize where the
dizziness lies. The brain turns in circles and searches for an
explanatory model for what has happened.


In the retrospect of these minutes, the event connects at some
point with one's own state of mind at that moment. With the
environment, the mood, the flickering light. What remains is a
Polaroid of the emotional world, which determines the memory.
Nothing I can say with certainty in retrospect. Only feelings can
be recalled.
How long I was out can no longer be reconstructed in my mind. It
could have been minutes or days. It seemed like a year to me.
Bright light burns in my eyes and my limbs cannot be moved.


Let Doncler take you on a trip into the subconscious. A place
where time is relative.