I used to just smell it.\u00a0 But now…\u00a0 well…<\/p>\n
Let me back up.<\/p>\n
Our reality is thin.\u00a0 Bending and changing with the unseen pressures of the universe around us; bulging here, dropping there.\u00a0 Like the ocean full of currents and waves, changes in pressure, density, and temperature… an ever moving and dynamic place.\u00a0 You think the nature of dynamism is constrained to our oceans?\u00a0 Nay, it is the Universe.\u00a0 We see it spin.\u00a0 We see the chaos of uncountable interactions occurring from the atomic level all the way to the galactic level.\u00a0 However… we were steeped in it, created by it, we are an evolved creature pulled from the primordial soup by the forces put upon us.\u00a0 So as creatures that are a result of such a system, constrained by the laws that made us, our experience is defined, limited, and set by that system.<\/p>\n
We only see what we are evolved to see.<\/p>\n
And what do we see? A narrow band of the spectrum.\u00a0 A spectrum that covers a vast amount of visual and sensory information, and we don’t have it.\u00a0 Because that is how we evolved.<\/p>\n
Same goes for our other senses as well.\u00a0 Sight is just the first.\u00a0 But touch, smell, taste… all of them are affected.\u00a0\u00a0 Sometimes I pick up the smell of other<\/em> things.<\/p>\n It started innocuously at first.\u00a0 I think I was a kid.\u00a0 I smelled something odd.\u00a0 Like someone with synesthesia, who can smell colors, or feel numbers, I felt something entirely elsewhere.\u00a0 My consciousness reacted violently at first, rejecting the horror of whatever was pressing onto it from outside our perceived reality.\u00a0\u00a0 It rocked me, and I ended up in a coma for a week.\u00a0 23 people died. In a bus accident.<\/p>\n I tried to explain it.\u00a0 The smell of rotten garbage and primrose, the blurring of atmosphere, the charging of everything like the buzz before the lightening strike… but that didn’t even come close.\u00a0 Everyone told me my “break” was from witnessing the accident.\u00a0 I didn’t want them to think I was lying or worse, crazy.\u00a0 So I accepted it.\u00a0 Every time I smelled it though, something bad happened near me.\u00a0 People died.<\/p>\n The first time it was different was just two weeks ago,\u00a0 I felt the pressure from high above.\u00a0 The world was shifting under the pressure, whatever it was, it was huge.\u00a0 Like a whale starting to break the surface of the water, the nearby surfer just holds on to his board for dear life.\u00a0 I was the proverbial surfer watching the whale surface from underneath me.\u00a0 I saw it.<\/p>\n The eye.\u00a0 The eye. The eye was huge.\u00a0 The size of a football stadium, an eye pressed against the glass of our world, the behemoth, the leviathan pressing their gaze onto our world.\u00a0 Its pupil split in a myriad of different ways, filled with intelligence and lights that my mind could not understand.\u00a0 But did people go running in the streets, screaming?\u00a0 Did traffic stop and everyone stare upwardly in shock and fear?\u00a0 Nope.\u00a0 No one noticed.<\/p>\n The good news is that I didn’t faint.\u00a0 And I didn’t go into a coma either, so I was able to watch the two planes collide overhead.\u00a0 449 people died.\u00a0 They say bodies rained down for hours after the explosion.<\/p>\n I wish I could say I thought it was God.\u00a0 Or something understandable.\u00a0 But it isn’t.\u00a0 Its horror and death and pain.\u00a0 All I see, and smell, and taste is things that I shouldn’t, and the world suffers whether I am here or not.\u00a0 To whoever reads this… I am standing on the chair, the rope is tied firmly.\u00a0 I hope I die quickly… but know that this was my choice. My computer should save this as the most recent document.<\/p>\n What?<\/p>\n Oh my god.\u00a0 Not again.\u00a0 NOT AGAIN!\u00a0 Why are you here?\u00a0 Now?\u00a0 Why are you looking at me?\u00a0 What… ah… ack… help? Help? I… I… aaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssssssssssssss<\/p>\n <\/p>\n mine.<\/p>\n mine.<\/p>\n mine.<\/p>\n mine.<\/p>\n mine.<\/p>\n mine.<\/p>\n mine.<\/p>\n mine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I used to just smell it.\u00a0 But now…\u00a0 well… Let me back up. Our reality is thin.\u00a0 Bending and changing with the unseen pressures of the universe around us; bulging here, dropping there.\u00a0 Like the …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"webmentions_disabled_pings":false,"webmentions_disabled":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-33","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-short-story","category-writing"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/discardme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/discardme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/discardme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/discardme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/discardme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=33"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/discardme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":81,"href":"https:\/\/discardme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33\/revisions\/81"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/discardme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=33"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/discardme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=33"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/discardme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=33"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}