The eyes are mirrors and I weep reflection. I'm not smoking anything but blue haze spirals out of my nose and mouth with every breath, combining with my tears into a two-dimensional plane of blue hyperfluid. Droplets of multicoloured liquid light beading on my fingers, flicked away to splash in a rainbow against the wall, the only spots on the wall at all. Photons condensing around me.
A four dimensional hypercube in my forebrain, symbol of a spatial order mankind will never perceive. Edges flow and roll into a hypertorus. Four dimensional bioenergy flowing around every living thing with a heart. The Godhead in the outside of my vision, Freddie Mercury. A hallucinomorphic cult are memegineering Cobain as his replacement but "Teen Spirit" has no rhapsody, blue or otherwise. A chocolate galaxy folds against my naked brain as Freddie looks at me with perfect understanding of things I could never comprehend.
State memory. Psychomemetic imprints only recalled with similar brain chemistry states. Painkillers and ludomancy bringing back images and distorting my sense of time. I am 22. I am 15, with a mild case of glandular fever and a big box of painkiller as my only respite. I am 35, in front of the fire breathing out the same blue hyperfluid only this time it boils and chokes on its way out. Yesterday afternoon is tomorrow morning, my sense of time thrown squarely out of whack.
The first rule I formulate in this state. Set up memory keys, try to recall it before I get this bad. Never read the Invisibles when under the influence of painkillers that are mildly hallucinogenic.
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A 2-d drawing of a hypercube (a four-dimensional cube) is here.
The Dali picture I linked to above shows an "unfolded hypercube." Just like six squares, laid out in a cross pattern, can be folded up to make a cube, eight cubes can be laid out as demonstrated, then folded into the fourth dimension to make a hypercube.
It is a highly funky picture. Now, all I need is a way to manipulate things through the fourth dimension...
Well, I'm glad I read it before I posted this, or I'd have looked even sillier.
I'm really, really the last person on the bus at times. Eh bien.