nothing's making sense, like the world's a big messy experiment, a beta release, and reams of important code have been left out, so a black plastic dustbin doesn't know it's supposed to stay within the confines of this particular black plastic dustbin, it knows what those confines are, it just randomly intrudes into your consciousness of other things, for example i could be looking at a bag of potatoes and i'll see a kind of hybrid potato dustbin bag which seems elusively logical and yet is blatantly a bollocks thing to see. maybe i'm just getting forgetful or lazy in the way i decode the world. it happens more in places i've been before, so it's possible that my memory's just saying ok, you're seeing this bag of potatoes, but if you keep walking you'll soon see a black plastic dustbin, and my remembered image of the dustbin is inadvertently requested and loaded into my consciousness producing worryingly wrong experiences like a hybrid potato dustbin bag. the whole thing reminds me of finding faults in computer games, like when i was trying to get away from the cops in my haul-ass all-american muscle car and found a gap inbetween a hedge and a building at the perimeter of the level where the programmer had forgotten to write the code to make me bounce off the tree or whatever it was so instead i drove straight through it and into a world of nothing which i could cruise around to my soul's content, watching the police cars going crazy trying to get through the hedge to me while i peacefully enjoyed the graphics spiralling into confused insanity around me. denied such an escape from the 'real' world, i find myself increasingly being forced to settle for sitting motionless and gormlessly watching dead eye cells float through my vision.
