Spinning in place.
That's how it feels, except after the movement ends, the brain continues to turn.
360°. Faster, faster, faster.
Slow. Enough to catch a breath then again. Fast.
There isn't an image in focus. That's why it's worse.
All these sounds and objects being processed at once.
Differentiate, please.
The blurs become hideous visions akin to nightmares.
Perhaps it is the centripetal force, but there is a new breath on my neck.
Gentle prickles from imaginary places.
Is this real? Yes. All the spins.
+the nightmares
Spin more.
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