Reality Shifter

There is a comfort in the daily black and white script on the screen and the comforting, blinking, cursor that chatters hello and opens its door to infinite conversations with strangers in back alleys, driveways, freeways, causeways, and sideways. It breaks the rules between what is and isn’t possible; it is the door to escape, the EXIT sign, the chanteuse in a dimly lit bar; the waves collapsing on waves of hairs standing on edge until released in a final gasp as an airplane crashes into the Pacific Ocean. It is all these things and more for me. It is my dotted line between worlds—-my work life, and the next, where ever my senses take me. Like an extension of the best part of me, my conduit of faculties culminates in synaesthetic cascades of sensation.