Shh. Quiet.

I find myself viewing "alternate spaces". Alternate spaces usually referring to a mental breaking down of this perceived reality; physical phenomena. Stop the linear thinking. Use imagination.

It's the Buddha's enlightenment. Zen teaches it. Artists envision it. Quantum mechanics theorizes it. Post-modernism analyzes it. The physical form of reality breaks down.

But in recent alternate spaces of unreality, I just live.

Why don't I just go on with this? Soaking in the weirdness that is life. Move to Chicago. Move to Tucson. Just stay here where it's familiar. Now that's too weird for me to handle. But ease into it. No one knows what's happening. No one needs to know. I don't need anyone to know.