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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: Migraine for Real Las Cruces
Date: Fri, 5 Aug 2016 23:32:15 -0400 (EDT)
Migraine for Real Las Cruces http://www.alansondheim.org/bctrip1683.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/migraine.mp4 I was hanging out in Las Cruces, the wife and dad-in-law were wandering around inside the cafe. Outside it was hot, really hot. I felt the fan overhead trying to cool the great out-of- doors. Nothing doing, I was sweating buckets. The fan ran between me and the sun, an unholy moon eclipsing me at some headache-inducing tempo. I didn't dance like that, but I tried. I stayed there. I stayed there and stayed there. Twice I made videos but they don't convey anything, they look calm and nothing was calm. By the time I was done with this experiment I had the full-on migraine with spots and streaks and all the insane flash-patterns you can imagine. I felt like a Catholic saint, they were all around, streaks in the sky, ikons in the churches. My brain felt blown apart. I kept wondering why I was doing this and I stopped doing it. I was burned out for the next few hours. I kept my mouth shut, no one needed to know. The landscape stuttered like a film gone bad in a gone projector. The world wasn't the same. I live dangerous. */you can't get the effect from the video which smeared out everything, turned the torrent into a limpid pool. but it wasn't, believe me. i have the scars to prove it./*