Untitled 02-08-06

I input the last plug and all my senses are flooded. Static and white noise fills my eyes and ears. Curled up on the floor I try to block it all, but it feeds directly into my brain. Scratching and crawling on the floor I search for a way to cut the feed but to no avail. Only by luck do I trip over the control box. Fumbling with blind fingers I find the X and Y pitch. The static dies, still shouting it's curses as the picture fades in. And it is beautiful.