If there were, say, a

If there were, say, a concurrent reality which we all occupied simultaneously with this one, a reality in which symbol and image ruled supreme, and where the reality as experienced within the empiricist mindset fell away – and in this reality, change rolled like storm-clouds across our collective experiences – then I think there might be something burnt-edged blue-tinged about the last two days – something seen through an indigo filter – from above. There’s a sensation in the air that clasps the lungs and dislocates the heart. An anxiety, a sense of the world shifting uncomfortable with itself for a moment. I feel it myself, and I see it in the writings of those around me.