from a journal
No one really knows how it happens:
physically and biologically, something is present that was not there before.
I could see the leading edge as a thin line of echo moving NE.
I could feel myself breathing on the other side of the monitor, where there was a swamp.
The hull, breaking, was said to talk.
Caught a tiny fish down there. Took a picture with my phone in the dark. Just black.
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Lines 1 & 2: from The Transmission of Affect by Teresa Brennen
Line 3: from Cliff Mass Weather Blog, the original wording slightly altered.
Line 4: me, after reading some of the article, “Hostage Hallucinations: Visual Imagery Induced by Isolation and Life-Threatening Stress”
Line 5: me
Line 6: Adam’s status update a few days ago, altered slightly