THE TOWER OF BRAHMA: Chapter 2 - Control

02/09/04

In the bathroom of a truck stop I found myself lingering in front of the mirror as I washed my hands. I looked up to meet my own eyes as they looked me over. Who was this character that substituted my reflection? It was almost as if I was supposed to recall the details of this alternately reflected creature, but upon deeper inspection I found that I was unable to place a name, place or purpose to it. The harder I tried to figure out who this was that had seized control of what I thought was my body, the less that seemed familiar to me.

I dismissed the fact that I could no longer tell what was a discernible reality with a shrug of my shoulders, and I watched my looking-glass doppelganger ape the movements in sync. Did I always look like this? In a way I want to say I did, but in a way this body felt new, somehow removed from my old one. Could my entire existence prior to these moments be nothing but fiction? A detailed schematic of a lie that I once called my Life has seemingly been pulled over my eyes as I continued to wage war against the reality that I was currently experiencing.

The past was full of doubt that left me with only the moment and the moment to come. It is those subtle transitions I must be aware of, for the more Cognitive I am during them, the stronger my sense of reality shall become. And if I am to make it out of this, I will need to have my wits about me, and to have some roadmap of where I've been.

Lost in a thought I slipped from frame of reference and began floundering along my Auric-wavelength. Phasing between time and space I found myself drifting along as the meat cleansed itself of tactile bacterial growth with scalding hot water and pink jism that served as soap. I bounced and rattled within as I fought my way back to the controls.

Things have been a bit touch and go since I was baptized in the Ether of Eternity. Reborn again into shape and form, I was corkscrewed back into flesh and mind, spiraling and rotating back towards full control. Flexing my tether to the Eternal Unconscious to glean tidbits of Truth, I scribble the info down in my journal as soon as possible hoping to identify the pattern upon thorough examination.