Trap Doors of Perception

You find yourself looking at a screen…

This doesn’t seem unusual at first…

You can easily trace how you got here…

At this moment:

you…

the screen…

the words binding you to the screen…

existing simultaneously…

as a cognitive immediacy of direct experience…

and as thought constructs being assembled together into a narrative continuum within your mind…

There is a lot on your mind – the ghost images of residual short term memories, awareness of body sensations, and plans for latter all forming a background chatter. This will soon subside, but the realization of this causes you to question… What am I reading?

The words… the screen… you… reading the words… on the screen…

Where is this going?

Where is this taking me?

This seems pointless, you think to yourself, but then immediately question how much of that thought was your own, and how much of that thought was prompted for you. Is this pointless? you ask yourself.

You aren’t sure if you like where this is going, but notice there is video just a little further down on the screen.

What would it hurt to press play?

(INSERT VIDEO)

That was odd. What were those numbers flashing? you wonder. Whatever it was you are suddenly aware, within your psyche, of a new environment.

You are sitting on a simple wooden chair in a space with no windows or doors – dimly lit by the light of the screen in front of you, now mounted flat against a wall. You look up and see the ceiling is steeply pitched, giving the impression of an attic. You look down and notice a rug that extends wall to wall.

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The pattern is unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. How do I get out of here? you wonder.

>smash the chair against the wall

>smash the chair against the screen