The Whitey Album

Heartbeat and Reality

Your mind doesn't control your body, some people might say. But that doesn't explain why you and your consciousness can transport you to another place entirely if the situation calls for it. To a land where everything looks white and trying to see only gives you reflections of objects that don't make much sense, that may not even exist. Where all your ears can do is hear static, and the instant you try to translate it to sounds that you remember, it all fades to silence. In this place, isolated from everything else you might recall, you only feel your heartbeat.

Shocks and waves go to and from your body, electricity flowing through your veins, the organic being rejected by the artificial and metallic, thump, thump, thump.

The constant thumps are the only evidence of you being alive and conscious, it's loud but also silent, just a heavy or faint feeling in your neck, your chest, your hands. Like fuel being pumped into an engine, thump, thump, thump.

hey, hey you!

hey you alright? you were really pale for a second, like you were drifting off and thinking about something.

hey it's okay, let's get some beers the party just got started after all.

Somewhere else