It’s a strange place to be in, don’t you think ? Even though it’s been a few days, the place was already familiar, but at this time, it was the only thing to do ; in the middle of the hallway, sounds and thought were now one cohesive plasma which whould guide my steps for the next few hours. As my body started twitching I had to re-explore the place. Although I was stuck between the flow of passing energy, past and future, this spectator state was fascinating. I was unable to reach some places but I’m sure it was better that way. Ecosystems of thought were living in those rooms and I would’nt dare to disturb this ever-changing dance. And then it hit me, those thoughts were not foreign at all, in fact they were the most clear miror of myself. In this maelstrom of colors and pattern I was starting to draw the silouhette of what makes them me. I felt a conformtable warthm hover my body, it felt like that same plasma was now giving me a place to rest after this long walk. Unfortunalty I didn’t have the chance to say goodbye, by the time I woke up again, it was gone.