The Human Mind
Prologue: When Time Breaks Down
You’re sitting by a table, outside, finding yourself at a café. The coffee is still fresh and hot. What do you do?
You look up. It’s still morning, and the sky is suspiciously grey and anonymous. You exhale, and notice how the water vapour from you breath in a fast manner turns into tiny crystals and droplets as the substance loses its energy to the cold atmosphere. Condensation from warm moist to cold fog.
You’re still sitting by the table, looking up. Watching the masses flow by like a big shoal of fish, an array of individual minds that almost doesn’t notice one another in their path. And you, sitting, passively witnessing the progression of their existence, with a cup of coffee.
You’re still waiting. What are you waiting for?
You look down. Your watch is still ticking. Each heavy tick, the sound hitting you like an electric shock, pounding throughout your hand and for