Notes from Journal, 19th January 2018
(…) The noise of the machine made any other sound, any other voice of the people around me unheard. I was conscious I was there, my body and mind were there, but I wondered if there was a tiny fragment of universe which belonged to me far far away. I wondered, maybe my soul is somewhere in a completely different place. It may not even be a place, but something beyond space and time. Somewhere far, floating, dancing a dance which meaning would be impossible for me, a human being, to understand.