It’s Not The Impact
“I’m falling.”
“And why are you falling?”
“I’m falling though I’m not. I’m standing, I’m sitting. The pain in my head travels quickly from the back to the front, it hits my forehead at a high speed. It ruptures and breaks there behind my eyes. This is how I know I am falling backwards.”
“Where are you falling from?”
“A great height.”
“Though you’re standing. You’re sitting.”
“Yes.”
“You must catch your breath.”
“No. The fall is short and violent. My lungs don’t have a chance to fill with air. A land speed record is broken between my ear drums. The fall repeats itself. It realises that it is not done with me. It returns.”
“Though you’re standing.”
“And sitting, yes. Though I’m lying on the floor clutching my fists to my temples. You ask me why I’m falling. This is what I come here to ask you.”
