Surprising Similarities
Oct. 25th, 2005 02:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
forsythPink Floyd was wrong, she'd decided. Numb wasn't comfortable and the world wasn't coming through in waves. It was crystal bright packets, like television with the brightness and sharpness turned up to eleven. The opposite of waves. Quantum or something. But didn't that have waves?
This troubled her. Distantly, she suspected it didn't matter, but it seemed of vital importance now. That was probably because of the drugs, or that she'd been up for forty-three hours now. For a mystical shamanic initiation, this sure seemed a lot like a sorority bender. But the little purple guys were better conversationalists.
This troubled her. Distantly, she suspected it didn't matter, but it seemed of vital importance now. That was probably because of the drugs, or that she'd been up for forty-three hours now. For a mystical shamanic initiation, this sure seemed a lot like a sorority bender. But the little purple guys were better conversationalists.
