Graphics rendering under chronic insomniac conditions
by Yoyo • 08-23-2023
I bit into a watermelon anticipating a burst of flavor. But its texture file was corrupted and unprocessable. Instead, I thought I had eaten a desert full of water—Talk about a mind-bending revelation! After 10 seconds, information that the melon tasted neither sweet nor cool arrived. The melon was a map of the earth that contained little black undeveloped maps, and just like that, it pleasantly recursed into infinity.
Meanwhile on a construction site, little sugar cubes as bright as Canis Majoris chirped. The unfinished building with no windows and cement edges echoed in the ice cream cone grids held by a child nearby, and the dirt was just reincarnated cocoa.
I turned my head—various spirits leaped and hid in the bushes. Never mind, they were only shadows. A car zoomed down the street leaving trails of sour orange circles, followed by a trail of green triangle spirals left by an angry motorcycle. It was a 360p environment where sounds, images, and the five senses mushed together to make no sense at all.
Someone was saying garbled words to me. I played the sound in my head to decode the meaning. They stared at me with a mix of confusion and amusement, like they were talking to a child. Little did they know the roaring Antarctic winds already swept away any coherent memory and thoughts.
Ah, the joys of chronic insomnia and how the world becomes a kaleidoscopic waterfall of surreal experiences.
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