The Trip

I ran, screaming, madly through the light forest. "No!" I cried. "I can't know this yet! I am too young! I must not remember! God! I must not remember!" Mercifully the scene changed and I convulsed in a pulse of pleasure that fractured my being into raw senselessness. I wondered, "How can I live through this?". The walls regained their substance. I could see the city dusky through the walls. Crawling spirals of color quickly blocked the panorama. The walls became solid with patterns quickly matching the familiar details of the room. I was exactly where I had started. Fireworks crawled in arrows through the carpet. "I am still here!"