I am infused with reason, and stripped of consequence. There is a little tiny machine in my skull and it's making me think that I can believe things. It's making me feel like I have emotions. I am flailing between two worlds, each existing in the shadow of the other. I try to hold both of them in my head, but my mind is too small.
Reality is just a metaphor in one.
Consciousness is just a superstition in the second. Neither is complete, and yet neither will admit of the other. I am unbalanced, spinning toward the second world, losing sight of the first. I taste bile as I scream the questions that know no answers. I am elemental, but I don't know what I am.