Magic

Up on the westwood plains. Rains sweep past clouds, behind us the blue sky and my hair drips. Eyes cast to the ground scrutinising each
life filled quadrat space of grasses. The sound of the East Yorkshire town is far behind me now and we gather mushrooms. Drift unconsciously homewards, us three gatherers, through the
scent of crushed pine, and we took the mushropms and prepared a soup, the envy of any chef though laden with the doors of perception.

A swallow is irreversible.The strained mycelial juices potent and pumping the pulmonary paths of my presence in this world. They penetrate my brain and pull me high above the northern streets, whose
houses look like toy-brick dwellings for Lego men and the cars like matchboxes.

Past a churchyard and over a level crossing we came to a fairground. Row upon row of Gypsy Lee, candyfloss and tea, the smell of onion the
sounds of techno music swinging an accompaniment to a mechanical skydance. The rhythm betrayed an out-of-time-ness. Helium filled foil dolphins swim the dry smoke sky. A new organic
advancement? Is he an automated sea-mammal chasing invisible plankton through the heavy air or are two electrons in each atom straining at
the leash?

I had always thought that if this life ever became too much for me to live, I would lovingly leap from eight floors and I have often wondered
how that ultimate journey would drum an experience into my brain only to be obliterated upon impact. In the thirst for discovery I went on a
fairground ride - the tallest of its kind; a one hundred and eighty foot vertical drop and as I hung suspended in peace looking across at
the lights and the myriad small people below, I knew a little more.

Then, when they dropped us, clutching to safety bar and breathless, I knew how it would feel to fall. Falling at twenty four feet per second
is too swift for thought or regret and I took comfort in that knowledge.

Trip away to the end of the evening, to the end of the world, we did eventually rest and I stared fascinated at the blur of televisioned images and a melting wall and carpet. Sensory perception
shafted but I have been here before and am not afraid.

Late into the night I cannot sleep for visions disturb and I feel like I am surfing the fine waves on the outer edges of my mind and I pray for rest.