With my feet in the air and my head on the ground...
Strange feelings today - rippling interior sensations that defy the descriptors normally assigned by science.
Here's my best shot:
Have you ever been lying in bed, on the cusp of drifting off, and suddenly had the intense sensation of gravity? The feeling that tells you your limbs won't move, no matter how many neurons you send the shocks to, and that you'll soon sink through the pads and springs and floorboards and topsoil and stony crust. The feeling that you're melting without melting; of the insignificance of your effort to keep your cells pressed together.
Maybe I'm just the first little pig. Maybe he wasn't the fuckup we see him as - maybe he just loved the smell of straw. Maybe he didn't believe in wolves.