Letter of Origin # 1: Fourth Day of Perceived Transition

To whom this may land,

I am mailing you this aimlessly now in the hopes you may be able to shed some light on my (our?) current situation. I have heard people say they've noticed it too; flashes of Technicolor and visible onomatopoeia. Others say they have heard rumours from distant lands of polygons and exaggerated facial expressions. Yet still others claim nothing has changed. Claim conspiracy? Mass insanity? I'm still not sure the steadiness of my mind. Have I embellished perception, or do they lack it? Clearly, something is happening, whether to myself or the world as a whole. Perhaps I should be rethinking my psychedelic intake. Perhaps they have begun to alter my sober world view?

This last is a large part of why I write you, whoever you might be. To find perspective in this potentially disconcerting circumstance. I have dubbed it day four. Four days since I first witnessed the impromptu shift of my (our?) reality. It started during a quick jaunt along a neighbouring hillside to shake off another sleepless night of double malt whiskey and a few shattered attempts at prose, most of which currently lies crumpled in the corner of my study. I had been standing at the edge of a bluff inhaling the beauty of my surroundings when, curiously unafraid, a rabbit sauntered up mere inches from me. I felt suddenly mesmerized by this rabbits bold character. It didn't seem quite as I felt a rabbit should. A little too round in its shaping, and a bit too vivid in colour. It's ears flopped comically to the ground and it gazed at me in a manner I can only describe to you as mischievous. I shook it off as a result of persistent sleep deprivation, closed my eyes, orientated myself in (what I believed to be) reality, and opened them again to meet the eyes of a simple garden variety rabbit who, startled, took off down the hill.

This was just the first of a few encounters over the past four days. If it weren't for the spreading openness surrounding the situation, I would surely be considering the pros and cons of self-admitted institutionalization instead of writing an unaddressed letter to ship off to the world. I must for now go, but please, if you could, reply to the address attached. The world needs a friend, and apparently so do I.

With regards,
Ansgar


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Return Address:

Herr Ansgar Bach
Ringstraße 14
D-67323 Saarbrücken
Germany