I had a slightly burned toast for breakfast. Something about dipping the crust into a hot coffee mug just gets me excited. It’s such a small pleasure, and yet it grounds me. My daily musings carefully align themselves around this sacrificial burning of toast. It’s an anchor. And let’s face it, there aren’t too many of those left.
As the last crumbs settled in the depths of my bowel, a restlessness stirred within me, urging me to step outside. I found myself slipping into my jacket, drawn to the local park. The walk there was a quiet one, my thoughts meandering as the familiar path unwound under my feet, leading me towards a moment of unexpected revelation.
The shape of light carved its presence into the water. I didn’t flinch. Such spectacle. I stood there, with a morsel of charred toast lingering on my palate. The pyramidal beam, a geometric anomaly in the wild, was a mirror of my own essence. In stark contrast to the organic curves of nature, I found myself in a trance. A place between heaven and hell, but not quite earth. The light started to whisper secrets into my ears. I felt my bones beginning to vibrate, first at the tip of my fingers, then the rhythm expanded all the way to my heart.
I saw the beams rearrange themselves horizontally, and with a sudden jerk, everything went black. The last thing I remember was hearing that thud. It was damp, almost muted. It was the kind of sound that comes from a large body colliding with the forest ground, marred by dirt, stones and leaves. There was no resistance. Was this my body? The light, the toast and the dirt, it all became one thing that could not be described simply because it lacked any discernible characteristics. One big mess, a jumble of concepts that had lost their meaning.
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