She shifted her perspective further into the grid.She shifted her perspective further into the grid. The perception of her immediate surroundings become masked by the perspective switching. With the underlying grid mostly in violet with some green, she could see her world alongside. With the grid shifted to yellow and blue, her world became a fading afterimage. The final displacement was to orange and red grid lines. The delicate flows between the white node points connected by the grid lines were clearly discernable. Karen relaxed, her mind still. When she felt totally cleansed, Karen twisted her perspective back to her physical circumstances. The point framework faded, but the clear joy remained. Karen tamped the last of her Mendocino purple kush into the bong bowl. She smoked several hits of the famous one-hit shit. Karen piloted her 16-valve yupster through the thickening early morning traffic. She drove to her favorite regional park, occasionally playing with the shapes of the fluffy clouds to the sounds of blasting rock'n'roll. The promising gusts of wind earlier had picked up to a steady breeze. She was easily able to fit into the street side parking space left by a suit driving a boat that didn't quite look like his father's Oldsmobile. Karen removed the two bags with her gear from the car and set off on foot. Her favorite visual hallucination was immediately operational; the clouds were false colored. The resolution improved as she watched. Horizontal and vertical movement was highlighted to the degree of magnitude. Movement tails were plotted against the latlong grid on the sky that suddenly appeared. Her left eye displayed additive color mixture and her right showed subtractive mixture. She blinked rapidly several times before establishing gray scale; positive on left, negative on right. |