Dotage

Everything was just fine and normal until late November, when the phenomena started, at least visibly. The first indication of the series of supernatural occurrences was caused by the cheap, kitchy, decorative christmas lights people hang outside their houses, into trees, porches and fences. I was walking at the countryside and there was very little external light. Strings of little luminiscent dots of multiple colors floated under the heavy clouds in the autumnal darkness, caused by lack of snow as well as lack of light. A gusty wind made them flutter around in their electric leashes. I recall perceiving the extraordinary properties of the christmas lights, but did not take any action back then. In retrospect, I'm glad to confess, there indeed was neither need nor reason to do anything.

I noticed the strangeness in a dark remote location with no other light except those of the christmas decorations. It was my shadow. The shadow cast by the lights upon the ground seemed to have a border, which composed of dots. The interior of the shadows was solid as it ever should be, but the border seemed somehow unnatural. It was like someone had applied a cheap Photoshop filter to the real world, to every moment that passed it. I remember thinking something in the lines that because of the multiple, adjacent light sources there was some kind of bizarre diffraction, which, combined to the texture of the wet, ragged ground and the sporadic wind, caused the pattern to appear... the dots were not immobile: they moved following such complex routes than tracing any singular dot was next to impossible. Then again, it seems like denying the obvious now. I just wanted to be ignorant of what was already happening.

A few days or a week after that I realized that all the outdoor advertisements were strangely visible: I noticed them more easily than before. It was as if they were highlighted in their surroundings. I could not recall anything that was in the images, only the existence of the advertisements, which wasn't that exceptional... I think the same happened with most other printed images also, no matter where they were located or placed, but I'm not that sure, since the flood of information often stifles itself.

New Year's Eve: the first thing that actually alarmed me, making me realize that something was wrong, were the fireworks. They exploded into the familiar, regular pattern. Not that usually assigned to fireworks, but the pattern familiar to me from the countryside abnormality. I didn't see the connection instantly: my first impression was that it was quite amazing that the Chinese manufacturers of the products could control the explosion that well... The exploded pattern was visible for only a few seconds and it expanded rapidly, so it really is no wonder that it was nothing but admired..... The realization hit me only later - the spread of the fireworks were quite similar than the pattern I had seen in the borderline of the shadow. No one else, I reckon, took any notice, at least any which I could have observed... Hence, I was quite uncertain whether the strangeness is emerging from inside or outside of my mind...

I tried to find out whether anyone else had perceived the emerging patterns, but my entire research was to no avail. I could find no reference to the patterns from newspapers or science magazines. I tried even reading heavy tomes discussing the physical properties of light, but it seemed that such a formation of patterns was unfamiliar to everyone. Unfortunately, these strivings were halted by the amplification of the phenomenon...

...the picture on tv screen and computer monitor is nothing but dots - as it always has been, dots are the picture - but this time it was different. The impression is very hard to describe in any other words than making the notion that the dots are simply just obvious...! No more could I be able to look at the picture, because I just did not see it: no comprehension of the tv programme, no understanding of computer applications, since I saw nothing but dots and dots and dots and dots and dots... ...it was as if they were even flowing out of the image, onto surfaces nearby. Like watching static yet the programme was there. The perforation of the tv speakers was apparently moving, it's pattern twirled, turned and tangled and was like nothing I had ever seen. The eerie effect reached even music: staccato in everything, staccato in everything. The effect was omnious which made it ominous: I could hear the dots in staccato. It was easy to mentally form an image of their symbolic representation in note sheets..... on and on: staccato in everything.....

...presently, it seems that this multisensory, cataclysmic, Seuratian communion of dots is everywhere... they penetrate every material, they undulate in every sound, they fill every strata ... objects dot everything. and vice versa: dots objectify everything... the two-dimensional symbol (or is it three-dimensional? four-dimensional?) ... representing zero dimensions ... split into elementary parts ... the strife! ... fills every surface I see, corrupts every sound I hear......... ....I still do not have any idea whether this ... dot product of dot production ... is mental or ... the strife? ... even worse...: extra-mental....... and I cannot think of any way of how to find that out: whether it's mental, my mind can easily obfuscate the results; or extramental, I that case I dare not even think of what abominable forces could have an effect on the test results in such a world........

... ... ... .... ... ..... the information is blowing up, shattering to ... the ... smallest ... possible ... units, incomprehensible by themselves, without any surrounding structure or context ... the strife! ... providing no comfort, since after all, even the definition of information is information ... ... it's like being in an infinite metaphysical recursion ... plunging into the fragile logical structures, collapse being imminent, imminent ...

... and in no case ......... are these repercussions diminishing ... what is diminishing is their paroxysmality ......... the repercussions and their power do just the opposite ... reaching divinity ................

....... .......... the entire world is ... I descry and cry ... actually deteriorating ... into elementary particles ... a singularity of entropy ... collapsing ..... shattering ... fracturing ....... shivering .... disintegrating ........

into....

oodles of oozing dots ........ ... the very dimensions of the world itself ... waning one by one... into ... a ...

......................... ............. .

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Posted by Matias at 21.02.2005 20.07 (12 years ago) | 909 comments

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