Confessions of a Fantastic Nature

2000 hours. Hit. "Paranoia! Fear! It's claustrophobia at its height!" Oval on black. Horizontal axis dividing light and dark. Light at the bottom, dark at the top. The picture keeps refreshing. Seen through an oval computer screen. Each picture comes whooshing towards you. Then its past you. Replaced by the next picture. Headlight throwing cobblestones in stark relief. Cold air killing facial skin to a point of numbness where you no longer concern yourself with it. Around the edges of the oval lurk trees and bushes. Painted murky brown-green in colour. Menacing branches swaying gently in the night breeze. "I have never applied so much brakes in my life!" "Slow down! Slow down some more! We're reaching traffic!" "Shut up!" ******************************************************** Computer screen. Rectangle. Is it a CAD software? Loaded. Perfect geometry. Amazing. Pillar? X, Y & Z axes. Ovals still refuse to go away. Familiar. Comforting. Somewhat. Oval on rectangle screen. Surrounded by blackness. In pixellated form. Each time you turn your head, the old picture changes. Blending into a new one. 3 dimensional geometry. So unappreciated. Nothing remarkable. Everything you see accords equal importance. The universe has no favourites. ******************************************************** Scared. People stare. Traffic moves ever closer. Walking on the streets is dangerous. Are you acting weird? Is he staring? "He's not bothered! He's living his own life!" "You're actually normal!" "Come to the side! Stop walking in the middle!" Hysteria. ********************************************************