/lit/ - Literature

This is the first time I have written anything creative in years. I have only improvised it for the sake of gauging my abilities so feedback is very important. Anyway it relates some feels I have been experiencing, though they are highly exaggerated here.

The senses had all but betrayed me in their irresolute composition. The ears would, without warning, sound off in compliance with the infectious, ambient resonances that cowed them. The mouth would taste rot, following a bout of insomnia, when that state would be induced wherein a man could be made suggestible to the most unpleasant of sensory experiences. The nose would pick up even the faintest of scents, doubtless feeling discounted in its office and wanting to make a good show of its capacities. The most imperceptible and uncanny smells of fetid unguent would be unearthed and brought to bear by the poor host. But none were so recalcitrant as the eyes whose betrayal has been unspeakably grotesque.

Those invaluable conduits, which had so reliably communicated the immediate surroundings from birth, had now taken to imposing upon their carer a bizarre fantasy. It began inconspicuously; a barely noticeable white snowflake would almost be met with welcoming curiosity as it swirled elusively from scrutinization. Soon after it became more noticeable; now one decoration or another was always being entered onto the set or else dissolving under its own impetus. However, it was manageable; a face, even a beautiful one, might be discounted by the wild movements of confetti but its natural lineaments would nevertheless resemble a humanity. This whole arrangement became increasingly insidious. The eyes put up before me paper thin walls I was left to negotiate. The effect which the ramifying organisms had was only the static visual miasma in which space itself could be plied. Reading became a horrendous business, and then impossible. Turning my vision to anything, I would perceive an unintelligible soup of overlapping duplicates vying for attention. Turning it away and artifacts of that soup would be impressed in white. And finally these specks which evolved over generations into lines, tendrils, insects in their webs, creating layers of obscurity could now easily become aberrations not only of vision but of consciousness as well. A face beheld in this state, would explode at once by the transmutation of the environment; the creatures would now wriggle up against the lineaments, interface and permeate them and tug at them as easily as clay. Nothing of humanity could be recognized now, only deformity, constant aberration; an amorphous puppet danced by the strings of this colonial species. Here, I left off with a sharp divide with reality.

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