“The earth is my body; my head is in the stars.”
~ Maude, Harold and Maude. Image from The Matrix.
This is how it feels: going from working online all afternoon, to re-entry into physical reality. Small human interactions for a short time seem extra-curricular, strangely pleasurable but somehow messier and more fraught with variables.
I’ll hereby attempt a translation: the experience and sensations themselves, into meek old-fashioned words. On a newfangled screen of pixels & light.
Have to breathe: return to the body. Emerge like a character from Alien, nestled in a comfortable little plasma pod. Electrical-charged-superfluid-plasma. The nest: a cyber-place existent only through screen/eyes/neurons. Oddly disconnected from the body’s full scope. Don’t compute other sensations while in the zone .. hunger, temperature, foot falling asleep, fatigue. Just: the work. Focus on task at hand, and tune out all other physical considerations. In the screen -> eyes -> brain world of light & pixels
The directive: straight from cyber-land. Don’t drink or eat anything for six hours. Does the cyborg stretch, hydrate, rest, pee, breathe? No. Oh no. Oh where, oh where does the time go? So much seen, done, thought about, and so little fully soaked up. Image after image, task after task. And so, the work goes on. And it gets done. And it grows. And there is more. And on, and on.
The body needs a rest. Sunlight, water, nourishment, movement, and release. Sleep. And so, time to close the lid. Leave that world in its dormant circuitry. Leave the world of the matrix. Welcome back to the real world.
Close device. Now. Yes, just do it. And:
It will SLEEP.