On A Cream Soda High

It is magnifying but blurring. You see things closer but the details lie. It's a mirror but one you can affect; you can make it clearer or distort the shapes. Whatever you see, it's always you. You may not recognize it as you but in some way it is; and as long as you recognize that, the mirror is yours to control. It's the degree to which you use that control that's most interesting. It's a challenge to maintain a steady flow with it, yet when you do the results can be rewarding. Sort of a day trip into your crazy side, a magnification of pre-existing traits. In some way it links you to every other time you've done it; it's like reconnecting with an aborted memory flow. Leaving it is a slow slide to another direction. It can remind you how great and underrated cream soda is. It can remind you of feelings you thought you'd transmuted. It can do both at the same time. What is deep, what is shallow, it's that distinction that's lost. The loss of shallowness can lead to profundity, but the increase of depth can be overwhelming. To remember the right things to magnify you need a lifeline; that lifeline being your underlying recognition of what really matters, what the priorities really are. As long as you maintain that, you are free to enjoy a fun-house mirror version of consciousness. And get acquainted with some strange people, not the least of which is yourself.