It was fine, until I began to see my reading list as the limp entrails of past awareness. At first, it was just a few flies, but they began to gather, buzzing, landing, regurgitating digestive enzymes and slurping the slurry of proteins and carbohydrates thus liberated from the word list. Soon, the whole page was filled with flies and their larva, so I could not read the page. Then they began to seek out my living brain, to ingest whatever dead bits might be found there. In mortal fear and dread, loathing beyond anything I could have imagined possible, I fled to a darkened room, there to remain until sleep and the morning light had returned the world to a more or less normal state.But I can still hear the buzzing and now and then the light brush of tiny wings against my face.Other than that, everything is okay, though.
It was fine, until I began to see my reading list as the limp entrails of past awareness. At first, it was just a few flies, but they began to gather, buzzing, landing, regurgitating digestive enzymes and slurping the slurry of proteins and carbohydrates thus liberated from the word list. Soon, the whole page was filled with flies and their larva, so I could not read the page. Then they began to seek out my living brain, to ingest whatever dead bits might be found there. In mortal fear and dread, loathing beyond anything I could have imagined possible, I fled to a darkened room, there to remain until sleep and the morning light had returned the world to a more or less normal state.But I can still hear the buzzing and now and then the light brush of tiny wings against my face.Other than that, everything is okay, though.