Perception

On Saturday, I had a really fantastic day - Josh, Alice, Fran, T'Nealle and I went for a drive to the carnival in Timaru. It was a really nice day, fantastic company, and a nice wee adventure (I've realised that I don't like cars, but I love being driven places). You can read a nice story about the carnival here.

We had to head back to Chch, as I had a four hour shift at work. Afterwards, my friends picked me up, and we went to see some bands play in Lyttleton. It was a really great day.

At home, lying in bed, I felt the strangest sensation. I was listening to National Radio, and felt quite aware, but it felt like my consciousness was tiny, and my memories were immense. The 'me' seemed to be absolutely minuscule, a microscopic idea somewhere down inside my physical self. Meanwhile, I was confronted by gigantic, swirling memories of my day, that grew so large as to completely surround me. I thought about Alice, not what she looked like or anything, but 'her self', being so infinitely larger than how I was feeling. These thoughts changed - and grew and grew. It seemed like it should be really scary, but it felt quite natural.

After half an hour, I rolled over and went to sleep.