I float on dopamine clouds, set adrift on a lazy tempo. Destination is not evoked, but thought it. I lock myself inside a padded box and fling the key as I bounce every which way. Up and down, the sounds take me. My eyes open. I exhale as the noise dissipates and awaken into the subjective, a space I wish not to explore. My lids close; I want to be absorbed in a slowly vibrating drone, to be carried off and away. If within the land of music, constants can change, then I am never the same again, always dynamic, eternally lapsed in time; a device intangible yet omnipresent. It reaches for me, an invisible fear. I can feel a cold breathe amongst my skin, and I am frozen until that time comes, that moment between sleeping and awake when lucidity occurs and lifts my thoughts from the limbic system. I want to exist in weightlessness forever, but then I exhale once again and submerge from the warm caverns of my mind. Just let me slowly drown for a few hours.