So, for those who don’t know, this is a sensory depravation tank. I knew instantly when I started to write this story there would be sensory depravation involved. I’ve been obsessed with it since I was a little kid. While I have read many, many accounts of it I have never had the chance to use one. Most people I talk to think the idea is absurd, you’re basically in a pitch black, sound proof coffin filled with water and salt. The temp is set to your body temp so basically after an hour or so your body essentially melts away and you’re just a floating brain. John Lennon said it was the closest natural experience to heroin. People often times hallucinate… naturally. All though most people won’t admit it I think the idea of being alone with there thoughts unhindered scares the shit out of them. And rightly so, what we all think about in the rare silent moments of our lives are often embarrassing, gross, and scary. I will be stuck in traffic, zone out, and then just cringe at something stupid I did like ten years ago! I will physically and mentally look away from the memory. I make a conscious effort to not not do that anymore. To look back and laugh, to except it and move on. I don’t want to be like Victor and be so egotistical I can’t think objectively of myself.
Well, enough of that bullshit. This is Victor’s ego starting to melt away. This doesn’t happen this quickly in real life but I really don’t want to drag you nice people through a full page of darkness and little self hating word balloons, you get the idea.
One quick plug, coming soon, charlie Brooker’s new Tv show, the black Mirror. I can not fucking wait!
I dig this tune… moon hitler will probably think It’s weird.