The Acid Diaries (Christopher Gray) / quote 108 of 125
Seeing sight itself
Whenever I had approached such intensity before there’d been a whirring, then cracking sound in my head; this time, however, it wasn’t sound but sight that started to disintegrate. Vision went pointillist. It began to break down into pixels. The world started to go grainy, wobbling somewhat, like a handheld camera. As though I was seeing sight itself. The insight was so shocking I thought I was going to throw up. Was such a thing possible? Could I be seeing the brain from the outside? Was I withdrawing from the body and beginning to see its most intimate processes as mechanisms out there in the world? Literally waking up from my identification with it? Was I disincarnating? Excarnating—was that a word?