Once upon a dream everything was trance. We each lived inside our own trances and yearned to be with others with whom to share our trance landscapes, to be with the people that agreed with us that our reality was the right reality.
We shunned those, whose trance-sets threatened our perceived realities, and we murdered or castrated those stalking shadows, initially, only in our imaginations, especially when we were out driving in traffic, until eventually the mass of our destruction spilled out nightly from the electric blaring-boxes of our collective trance-realities, in booming segments from our home-dictators, our trance maintenance stations, and that’s exactly how we discovered where all our fears lived.
Trapped within a servitude to our deepest fears, and mesmerised by the repetitive broadcasts of the most terrifying hordes and unfathomable enemies of each other’s trances, we froze, impossibly overwhelming our own desires and suffocating our truths as we slept on, because mostly we were asleep and in those poignant, odd moments when our consciousness aligned with our reality, so obscurely that it must indeed have been a stark, waking moment, we recognised the landscape of our own limitations and we cried out, “witch”, “thief”, “infidel”…. and we kicked out in harming ways until eventually we slumbered on, deaf to the sound of the whole world breathing and staggering under the weight of so many trances that were, in actuality, flowing along the same path, and we ate into the sky of the same endless oblivion until we were all, fully gone.
Where did we go? What are we? Did we really go, anywhere? Where are we now?
Where am I?
