Have you ever stared, for a long time, at a large body of water?
More than an hour, or
until you can’t remember if the water is actually the sky and perhaps it is you that has been submerged in water the whole time?
Like maybe the horizon is a surfacing point where you and I breathe like whales?
Spouting our exhalations and thrilling the star ships above our surfaces.
It feels like when you sit in a room alone and repeat your own name aloud, for a minimum of three minutes.
Incepting yourself as you dialate time through your subjectI’ve experience.
Like purposefully esoteric, alternative spellings.