Multidimensional Analysis

Transient pain in the right upper quadrant. Unremarkable impression.

A simultaneous astrophysical kinetics of velocity, displacement, acceleration and time. An incomputable relation.

A unexplainable abrasion on the left cheek with no remarkable social history. Unremarkable impression.

A mathematical simulation to determine the shortest distance travelled between an infinite number of destinations. Postman’s paradox. An incomputable relation.

Incoherent babbling of displaced words upon rest. An unusual and abrupt change to intelligible speech when addressed directly. Chronic lacrimal dryness. Unremarkable impression.

A combinatoric analysis of multiple series to elucidate the existence of multiple dimensions. Unusuable numbers. Divergent series. An incomputable relation.

A chronic twitching of the eyes. A phasing in and out of walking into stones in the sky and lava. Hysteria. No social history. Unremarkable impression.

An unremarkable impression is an incomputable relation. Relationship cannot be proven deductively. Evidence is lacking. Voices are too quiet. An incomputable relation.


A lexiconic gimmick.

A gesture for a jester.

A moment’s time worth little to an emptied vessel but a ruse for the broken.

A smile provoked when a snarl is better suited.

A childish play for an unenlightened fool.

A hawk amongst denizens instilled with oblivious idiocy.

A proper impropriety.

A torrent of drought amongst salivating complaints.

A sour fruit growing in the middle of sugar canes.

A rose that grows thorns without flowers.

An indescribable fear amongst the fearless.

A negative reinforcement for positive reinforcement.

A scented unscented soap.

A poor sap that could not have known better than to mind his own business.

A hello amongst sleeping passengers on a train to nowhere.

A description of nowhere.

A loss of voice.

A restriction.

A blessing

A curse.

A new you for only $99.99.

A pain.

A love.

A life.

A sun.

A line.

Quiet discomfort

Uneasily waiting to do nothing, it’s the feeling of doors slowly closing, and hesitating for just a moment before it does.

Silence is barely comforting.

Such a feeble heart for such an iron encased mind. There’s enough space to breathe in and exhale, yet the most arid air can still feel smothering. Resuscitation is always possible, but I barely feel capable of accepting a breath.

It seems the longer I wait, the harder it gets to breathe. Floating adrift a sea of stars and lanterns, there are trees of bamboo limbs sprouting in astronomical speed. My body hasn’t been submerged yet, but I can feel these gentle fingers pulling down from my chest, barely giving me enough space to recoil my ribs forward. And yet I lie here listlessly, waiting and expecting to be asphyxiated by an unknown force – an unknown body or unknown power. I make no effort to push my face forward or tilt forward. Lethargy seems to have overtaken any part of my life. I’m giving up.

Is this sea even water? It feels almost heavier – more silk-like or gel-like. Is this blood?

Stripped and bare, I feel the wavering loss of consciousness, and I barely feel contented. It’s scary. It’s overbearing.

I’ve been impaled, feeling ravels of my bowel being looped like a ball of yarn. It’s hard to scream with a mouth full of blood.

Atop the bamboo, I see a hooded figure. Lifeless. Literally – it is none other than the robe I once wore before being disrobed. It beckons me to take shelter within it, yet it feels harder to grasp for the longer I wait – the silk, thick austere robe of red. Red like opium poppies. Red like blood.

It’ll take me that much longer to ponder my priorities. My skin does not blanche more than it already has.


Prom queens, rugby jocks, fraternities and sororities – gather one collectively to create the North American ideal and the pride of every immigrant parent. Let’s not mention what goes bump in the night, though.

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