Dark Matter

Have you ever woken up inside your temporal lobe? I have. It’s a scary and lonely place–like the desert during a thunder storm. There are memories that grab at you, hooded and masked figures from your past that whisper frightening things to you, rivers teeming with regret that try to drown you, caverns inhabited by sorrow that scream for you, bottomless valleys of mistakes that want to swallow you. It [your temporal lobe] rumbles and quakes because you are inside it and it does not want you there. So it hides the pleasant things from you because if it gave you access to those things you would never leave. And if you never left what would become of you?