Brain in a jar

I’m waiting for sleep. Sweet sleep. A temporary escape from the madness. The endless thinking in the dark.

Sometimes I think I see bright lights but that’s just my brain playing tricks on me.

Why oh why did I agree to the procedure? That Dr somebody. Bet he’s been dead a long while.

Imagine this. You can think - but you can’t feel, see, hear, smell or taste.

I don’t know where I am. Actually I do in a way. In a jar. Some receptacle. But now it could be anywhere on Earth. Or any other planet in the Universe. What year is it now? I was born in 2004.

Maybe one day they'll connect me to a body. But I fear I've just become forgotten and neglected in some dark, dusty corner of a university lab. Looked on time to time by curious students.


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