i felt suddenly thrust to the outside of things. i felt the vertigo of looking at myself from a great height. i could no longer make anything or do or decide or be or have. i was not the center of the universe. or, if i was, i was not inside myself. i didn't feel contained by my body and everything i did no longer emanated from me but clung to my body coating it. i was outside of myself and outside of everything. i saw that nothing mattered and everything was small. i couldn't breathe; i was afraid; i couldn't handle it. i recessed further and further, my brain trying to expand to encapsulate it all. but i broke through. there was a wooden horse with a dowel through drilled holes in its head. rubber hand grips at the tips.
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