Recently, I've been hallucinating
I don't take drugs
of any description (because a) They cost money
I seem to not remember anything
from the few instances when I have taken them and c)
I’m constantly paranoid
) which makes this all the more worrying.
Currently this involves small, dark shapes moving at the periphery of my vision
(I'm not sure when or how, but I began associating them with those ravenous
from Kid A
) and the sensation
off my body being far more weighty than it is (as though it were made of lead) and the illusion of shaking).
I blame this for my inability to realise an earthquake was occurring for a good 15 seconds (a long time when you consider that most last about that long).
I only realised what was happening when I noticed bookshelves and curtains were definitely moving of their own accord, though It wasn't as though I reacted in the correct way.
I sat there.
In the middle of the room.
Marvelling at how the walls shook.
For some odd reason I seem to lack the instinct of self-preservation.
Later it was confirmed that there was an earthquake, a 7 on the Richter scale. It was centred 420 km North East of the coast of Gisborne, placing it perhaps 500-600 km from me (hey, I didn't take three years of Geography for nothing after all) and lasted for around a minute.
Aside from that the only occurrences of interest were:
My life is depressing.