Some days feel like continuously falling, drifting, melting.
Mission: find a cozy niche in the maelstrom.
Sprite overload. too many objects to render on the screen at once and the processor's taking a hit.
Confused, uncomfortable, and out of control, the illusion is from confidence that "reality" could be anything otherwise; the ride will stop spinning and come to a halt; someone will come by and unbuckle the safety belt so you can stand, exit the windswept steel and plastic harness, the intestinal panic subsides as you bumble down the stairs and back out into the sun.
