So High, Level 5

Total loss of visual connection with reality. The senses cease to function in the normal way.

Total loss of ego. 

Merging with space, other objects or the universe. The loss of reality becomes so severe that it defies explanation. The earlier levels are relatively easy to explain in terms of measureable changes in perception and thought patterns. This level is different in that the actual universe within which things are normally perceived, ceases to exist. 

Satori.

A drug can NEVER induce an emotion. The bitter truth. To think that more than half of the world exists without having lived this experience. Without being able to differentiate between the two. Without being able to truly realize the power of their emotions. Quite the tragedy.


Peace out.

Pillows

I am Vineet’s plagued cough. I reek of the weariness of life’s discrepancies; conflicting emotions and such. The things that make you grimace at your achievements and retrospect your influences. I remind you of that song which you have deleted from your iPod, for obvious reasons. The one which leaves a bitter taste in the mouth with the flood of memories it brings back. I conceal all positivity, make a mockery of happiness. I make you double-check whether you should be wearing that smile on your face.

I am Vineet’s heightened sense of displeasure. I am every decision in your life you wish you could take back. I am the look which messes up your chain of thought, makes you shuffle uneasily. I am the gesture of detachment, the one that makes you cut the call midway, even though you never like doing it. I am the No Entry sign on the doorstep, restricting your freedom, warning you of impending consequnces. I am the sound of balloons deflating, engines shutting down, crowds being silenced.

“I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.”

- The Beatles

Muffballs

Welcome to the future. Nothing's changed, really. Snow White is still missing, HTML is still a lost art, and the grass is STILL greener on the other side. Oh AND xkcd.com is still the shizz. But the whole being the change thing is NOT working, dude. I've tried. Seriously. But it is becoming close to impossible to convince people that chocolate is degenerating with mass consumerism. Ferrero Rocher has been and will be wrapped in neat little gold wrappers. And no one gives two shits about how it tastes. Not that it tastes bad. But it tastes the SAME.

Ciao. TC. Peace out.