My brain is on a pole approximately 80cm from my head;
there’s a dull ache in its place, and my thoughts are crossing the gap
at greatly reduced speeds.
My eyes are transmitting from a station on a nearby hill;
everything is drawn with broad black outline, so each object is more its shape
My ears, however, are firmly in their place, and appear to have evolved
to the point that I am aware of collisions in the remotest regions of the universe;
this, to me, is particularly unsettling.