November 28, 2016
You watch it, and you don't watch it. Parts of you are scattered in different times, different rooms, different cities. You're there; you're not there. In an isolation all your own, in a very peculiar framing, you can see the bits of you careening through their chosen voids. In a fractal mind you collect what you can. You piece the bits together. In a deep, dark laboratory within your mind you become Dr. Frankenstein. You understand the myth. It ceases to become a myth. It becomes you. No one may ever know. They wouldn't believe even if you told them.