Instead of probing things with the antennae of your vision, imagine the ‘light’ pouring in.
Wavelengths ping your retina, your brain conjures a proxy image.
What you see, hear, smell is not out there.
It’s all false colour.
You are a receptor in the universe.
My speech slurs as I try to describe it: I hear my own voice fed back.
I’m animate chemistry, a body on autopilot which can’t get any closer to the moment.
An entity in the Matrix.
A machine elf.
Infested with primate malware©.