A Short Story

I experienced a series of images. And sounds. And other sensations such as proprioception. There was never really any pattern to images. Sometimes I felt like there was one, but the patterns would fall apart as quickly as they would emerge, and then they’d disappear more quickly. I wanted certain things and I never knew why. It looks like I’ve reached the point in the sequence where the images are going to stop. Probably nothing happens after that, but I don’t feel like I know anything anymore. Nothing more to say, and probably no listener to say it to.