2014-05-01 - 8:25 p.m.

The fever dreams burst apart into supernovas, which alight the whole world into whorls of flame, until nothing is mundane but starkly lit, everything a unit of fire and insanity brimming just at the edge without bubbling over, someone having added oil to the cooking pot. So bubbles pop and recede. It seems so weak but there is a force behind this, a fever dream, things wide awake and stalking you with imagery bizarre and associations inexplicable. So you grin widely through this summer day while hallucinations burst and bubble just out of sight, while soft breezes sigh and wrap you in your hotheaded, fuzzyminded discontent.

The cosmos burst at the seams until there is nothing left but heat energy and inane thoughts and images colliding to form human dreams. Me, running hot while this planet revolves around a sun with a sun spinning at its own core. Suns between suns. And this girl a sun, sweating through the first summer day, staring outside all bleary while clearly a blue day unfolds without clouds, and life abounds in vast numbers.

Just as the planets whirl indifferently, so do the atoms in your brain, rearranging themselves to form confusions of the highest degree. Things that break apart and then coalesce, things without dreams or consciousness, these tiny bits will still collide, long after no human minds are left.