Top: Illustrates nations as notions (rather than physical reality).
Bottom: The horror of thinking too deeply and the bliss of ignorance...in a Jack Handy stylee. Photo by Rosemary Shaheed.
There's nothing like a hearty panic attack. A few seconds of the stark realization of finality and its infinite repercussion. Displaced in distant outer space, suspended in the centre of 360 degrees of nothing. A demon whispers that I am bracketed within eternity, restricted from the infinity that lies on either side of my existence.
If truth is an affliction, then let it be treated. Return my head to this world and its blessed distractions. Bring me back with the comforting solace of sitcoms.
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