I am working on this book after taking 2020 to isolate and hibernate. I hope to be done by spring. Hope you like it!
He found a spot with three different types of dragonfruit. As he stood motionless, the crowd bustling by him, he realized that he had a limited number of days to relish anything - dragonfruit, eggs, fish, beer, or water. A sadness washed over him as time slowed.
It was the moment.
He sometimes stumbled between worlds after an extraction, as he exited the nether world, he could feel himself piercing that meniscus that separated this world from that, like a moment between two rooms, not really existing in either.
In that space, time ceased to exist. The clock was only a construct. There was only the infinite now. In this moment, he could hear every conversation, smell every smell, and see every color and every detail that the world had to offer. It was if his consciousness was not the thing that made sense of the world - rather it was the thing that inhibited the realization of the greater world that existed all around, simultaneously.
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