The putrid light blinds me and engulfs me in a chiasma of sound and taste and touch. Pulling and proding at me taking things out and putting things in things that I do not know about and things that scare me. The darkness is safe in its silence, only the sounds of the city to confront me, to try to make me crazy. Sensory overload for senses on sensory overload. The quiet never comes, I never cease to hear the light, to feel this light, to taste the light. the light. the light. the light.