@thegreatape It's like images somehow managed to slice open the eye and crawl in, so no matter where you look they're there. It's like a waking dream that won't end no matter how many fucking times you say "I'm ready to wake up now, I have shit to do". It's like your whole skin is writhing and falling apart and rotting then growing back and turning inside out while you ripple in your memories and forget what is.