2:58am October 1, 2010

When things disappear

Everything is blank. My body doesn’t move. My mind doesn’t move. My senses don’t report back. No emotions. No motivations to seek out or avoid.

There’s a kind of awareness, or I would not be able to remember or discuss this, but I’m far from able to explain what it is that I’m aware of, given that it’s not senses, thought, time, or emotion. I don’t know how it starts or ends. Such ideas as starting and ending don’t exist in the states of awareness that inevitably surround this.

Obviously, it’s not happening now or I wouldn’t be writing this. But it’s not uncommon either. It seems to be one of several ways of (not?) perceiving the world that exist in my life on a regular basis.