Brave New World


This post was originally published through Patreon on November 14, 2018.

The world shifts, and my chest, starved of oxygen, begins to heave. The environment around me transforms into a jumbled mass of foreign geometries where nothing is familiar except for the certainty that this has happened before, and that it will happen again.

My throat constricts, and soon I feel as if I’ve plunged into the ocean. I gasp, shudder, reel, while dark spots blossom in my field of vision.

An infinity passes in which I teeter on the edge of oblivion. Then I feel a pull.

My chest expands like a balloon.

Air, sweet air.

Coughing, shaking, I open my eyes.

With fractured vision, I behold the world deconstructed. Like a painting by Picasso, the Earth’s straight edges have warped like plastic on a stove.

I try to move, but the same disease that’s infected the world has infected me, leaving my arms and legs misshapen. I try to stand, and my body lurches and spins, twisting through unseen dimensions.

“None of this makes sense,” I say to myself, and a voice rises up before me in reply.

“Nothing in life does.”

“What do I do now that the world is different?”

“Adapt and learn. That’s all you can do. That’s all any of us can do.”

The voice is right. So I find my balance on a pair of slanted legs, and after a bleary, drunken gaze at the alien landscape that surrounds me, I set off to explore this brave new world.

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