Contact_1: Video Fragment
It starts in my spine. Not a voice, not a vision—just heat, like someone plugging in a device I
The Body Signal
The body lights up first, long before the mind understands what’s happening. That’s always been the pattern: sensation
Falling in 4D
I wasn’t drowning.
Down was just a suggestion.
Time bent first—
a soft buckle behind the eyes—
my body
Contact .1
Light forgot its angles
I remember the corridor, exhaling
Static threading through me like a distant call more felt than
IV.
Sometimes it leaks
A word overheard
A song
I can feel it
The memory stutters
Enough to disturb
Flickers
Not
III.
The explanation always feels late
Apologizing, allowed to remember
Out of breath
“The scariest part wasn’t forgetting.
After that,
II.
Suspicious
No aftermath
Some memories arrive finished
No debris
They stay in the body
Clean
Pressure Heat
Leaving without knowing
I.
Or a copy of one
I don’t remember when it happened
A room
That’s not an accident
Someone