[i/]Wavering lines of colors flash in front of me, tendrils of neon pink and blue. Orange lightening sparks and kicks in the corner of my eye. A blue-white blur spreads across my vision, a chemical burn in reality. At tables and bartops, half-real nightmares drown their sorrows. A human-shaped amalgamation of broken dolls, dead porcelain eyes staring in all directions. Beings of pure thought flicker and whisp in shadow filled corners. Th walls seem to flex and breath, the steel panels twisting impossible angles around each other. I move as if in a dream, my legs dragging through the air as if it were liquid. My thoughts and memories spill out into the warped air around me. Faces flash by the woodwork, scenes from long ago appear in bursts of static on the vid-screen, then fade away as if they were never there. I walk unnoticed-to these creatures of hopes and fears, I am but a thought, gone in the wind.[/i]