Looking into my past writings, October 1980 to be exact, I found this:
Feeling drifted, out of the universe to nowhere - a point - where there is no time - no place - just a vacuum. Feeling drifted - out of the universe - a unified of vision, movement, sound - I am lost and has no memory of myself. Who am I? Am I alive? Timeless time. No feel of place. No anxiety. No conscience. No pity. No love. Suspended in time. No ground. It is fluid. Building crumbles - time crumbles. Lost all sense of urgency - except felt a thread link with, don't know what. A thread of link with 'nothingness'..? Could not be...All broken up to pieces. Up. Up. Up. There I am. Suspended in time. No ground to walk on. Only a thread of link with...
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