Came out the other side moment's later, hands full of matter,
waking up from the dream of a bullet tearing through the
middle of my body.
I no longer understand anything longer than a long moment,
or the time it takes to receive the shot.
This kind of gravity is like falling through a cloud, forgetting
it all, and then being told about it later. On the day you fell
through a cloud...
It must be true. If it were not, then when did these strands of
silver netting attach to my hair?
The problem was finding that you were real and not just a dream
If you weren't real, I would address this letter to one of two
entities: myself, or everyone else. The effect would be
The act of falling happens in time. That is, it takes long enough
for the falling to shear away from the moments before and
the moments after, long enough for one to have thought I am
falling. I have been falling. I continue to fall.
Falling through a ring, in this case, would not mean falling through
the center of the annulus - a planet floats there. Falling through
the ring means falling through the spaces between the objects
that together make the ring.
On the way through, clasp your fists around the universe:
Nothing but ice-gravel.
But open your hands when you reach the other side. Quickly,
before it melts.
What did I leave you?