The Mental Mindfield: The 26th Dimension by Nicole Terry
Hello! And welcome to the 26th Dimension. Careful, you will encounter many unusual attractions. Please mind where you step, the floor in the 10th dimension can get a bit runny, and the walls in the 17th dimension disintegrate altogether. Of course, by the 20th
dimension, the telescopic ceiling will evaporate for your mental
safety, but you’ll not be able to forget the pregnant pull of event
horizons on your body I promise you that. No, please don’t touch that,
the material feels and shatters like wedding china.
If you look to your mirror left you should find the bloated gases of
infant galaxies comforting, and to your asymmetrical right you may see
carbon planets coalescing in the dense, elemental heat. Ah, yes, the
explosion of faraway bangs gravid with potential, peaceful isn’t it? I
must warn you, Time will dance with the oscillating furnishings before
you, and after you, if you pay close attention, but, only briefly, and
only with your permission.
Are you chilly? I’m sorry, but I have only a blanket of anticipatory
silence to offer you. Stay close, the perverted mobiüs strips of these
corners can cause confusion and loss of coordination.
Yes, these five dimensional doorways do belch an ambiguous bouquet. I smell it too. I suppose you could
cry out, but the reverberation of collapsing space would swallow it
before it reached the end of your face. Apologize for bringing you
here? I guess I could, but who (or what?) would bother to wipe up the
mess? You could leave this particular dimension, but I wouldn’t if I
were you, the doorknobs tend to move with the ticking of the space-time
continuum, and you would definitely get lost in some obscure year or
century, and I wouldn’t want that on my record. I’m looking to be Tour
Guide of the Month, you know. Yes, those bulbous masses of what seem
like satisfying sofas are ages scrolling forward and backward, but rest
assured, presently we are still. No, I wouldn’t open my eyes just yet,
infinity multiplied by infinity tends to stare back, I’m afraid. Even
if we did remove, odds are we’ll begin again at the end, so it’s best
to just move on to the end of the beginning, don’t you agree? We’re
nearly around the room. So glad you noticed, the day breaks (and quite
literally too!) here, often, while strange geometrically impossible
shapes flap against that upside stairwell. Nothing equals nothing, so
something refuses to exist here. Speaking of something, some thing with
slobbering jaws and comfortable shoes just floated past your shoulder,
and I think you’ve begun to grow a sixth appendage from your ribcage.
No matter, the water still tastes like water every other Friday, and
like cotton on every opposing Tuesday, that is, when such concepts as
“Friday” and “Tuesday” bother to exist. I’m Contradictory? I suppose it
may seem so. I can’t tell anymore, I’ve been here a long time. At
least, I think I have. It’s difficult to know, all the clocks here are
figured in modular arithmetic. Well, believe me, I don’t mean
to be cryptic, but numbers are theoretical here. No, if you lean
against that wall, you’ll lose viscosity, and you wouldn’t want that,
would you? I know you’re tired, but we’re nearly through. See? Here’s
the way in again. Oh, you needn’t worry about anything, your senses
will reconstitute when you return to your own dimension.
Thank you and I do hope you enjoyed the tour. For your pleasure, there
is a universal whiskey bar that serves cosmic-strength caffeinated
coffee at the opposite end of the spectrum, a mere six billion light
years to the negative sixteenth power from here, and a café that serves
three dimensional tea that tastes faintly of summer ginger with a pinch
of relish may open in an hour, when and if the hour decides to
re-present itself.
Mind your step at the edge of Time on your way out.






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