It was a sort of meditation that required the use of full senses even when it was conditioning to shut people's off. The sense of touch closed like an eyelid, the synapses flickering and shutting down like an ariel view of a blackout of LA, a racing tidal wave of numb.

Now the sense of smell and hearing, as the frequencies drained, higher and higher, drug to obscurity by the more full, lush sounds that anchored them. Finally the noises slide away and you are left with a hollow drone. In that sonic eternity, the never-fluxuating tone, is the end of this journal entry, because I have no idea what I'm talking about.

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Jared