The Nacreous Oughts

07 April 2004

As I was emerging from the Thai restaurant on Dominion Road, I was struck by a very peculiar feeling. Suddenly everything seemed, well, WRONG. Like I was not really there, but somewhere else--oh, maybe 2 miles away! And this was not a simple case of food poisoning (God knows I've had plenty of that)--it was definitely an alteration in my relationship to the Real. As if some diabolical substitution had been made in my momentary absence. These cars, buildings, people, trees--were NOT what they appeared to be.

They had become something ELSE.

And stayed that way.

Troubling thoughts, on the eve of a great work.

K. S.

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