06 Feb 2011
The stars are going out.
One by one – I hardly noticed at first. Then I realised The Plough was missing one star. Then Orion looked wrong...
I know they aren’t really going out. It’s all in my head. Somehow I can selectively and repetitively block out stars. I have no idea how that is possible – but then I have no idea how I lift this glass either – I just do. My brain takes care of it. Or maybe the glass isn’t there. That’s the problem now. Once you start to doubt reality – once it starts to change, and you know it hasn’t really (no one else notices) – then where does it stop? What is ‘reality’ out there, and what is ‘reality’ inside my head? And is there – was there ever – any difference? Do I really know that no one else notices the stars, or is that something else my brain has made up for me?
The stars are going out.
Or maybe it’s just clouds.
One by one – I hardly noticed at first. Then I realised The Plough was missing one star. Then Orion looked wrong...
I know they aren’t really going out. It’s all in my head. Somehow I can selectively and repetitively block out stars. I have no idea how that is possible – but then I have no idea how I lift this glass either – I just do. My brain takes care of it. Or maybe the glass isn’t there. That’s the problem now. Once you start to doubt reality – once it starts to change, and you know it hasn’t really (no one else notices) – then where does it stop? What is ‘reality’ out there, and what is ‘reality’ inside my head? And is there – was there ever – any difference? Do I really know that no one else notices the stars, or is that something else my brain has made up for me?
The stars are going out.
Or maybe it’s just clouds.
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