Share this postFloatwww.thegateless.orgCopy linkTwitterFacebookEmailFloat6/9/2022Con/Jur/dJun 94Share this postFloatwww.thegateless.orgCopy linkTwitterFacebookEmailDid I ever tell y’all I used to own a sensory deprivation tank? Maybe I still do and this has been one of those all-night sessionswhere you get into a box — like a cat — adjusted to human body temperature — with 1500 pounds of Epsom salts in 10 inches of water — and soon youyou’re gone — gone — goneWhat’s left in the box — no one knows — unless you open it — and it stabilizes like a Schrodinger’s catWhat if right now — I’ve opened the lid to your box and discover nothing but milk and mustard?Would you have me close it and try again? The worry — of course — is the last few years may be a hallucination — Sure — you think — I don’t mindconsider how invested you are in the new ‘real’ — how much you lean against our shared challengesWhat will you do if you hear my voice —Hey — times up — time to get outAnd you return — to find yourself suspended — falling — back to a time beforeWouldn’t it be easier not to rely on a contrived circumstance?Hey! Time to get out!Much love,Con/Jur/d, 6/9/2022
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