Staring into darkness, and the dark isn't looking back for me to bring my cognitive pathways into the radiance of static. In this space, the involuntary motion of my mind ripples through my physical extremities as I fall, painting the static of snow red with inter-fractional light bleeding from the pathways of interconnection, breathing the breath of perfection. I count one, two, and three. Can you see the salt in between the seams?...