Matthew Sound vanishes. Save for that swishing silky sound in my ears as I push myself deeper into the wonderful matter that will kill me. I joy in complete and total freedom of movement as I watch everyone else in the world go by and dive into them as well. I twist and turn as I swim around their thoughts and look through their eyes and cry their tears and laugh their laughs. But I have to leave in the end, swimming ever upward to the dancing white lights and the roaring of white noise. 000621
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