Moments of full immersion are true, they happened and I have the proof. Reality exists, I have been here and I have seen things and I have been inside experiences. I don’t know if time moves on, or if new versions of us enter new scenes in a movie. If I rewind I will find myself still in the past.

The surreal lives in the real, it watches us, you can see it sometimes, the passing glimpse of it, and the deeper you look the more you fear losing the real. But the real is only a version of real, and the surreal is perhaps not hostile, it can be a window to the thing, to time and space and to which we struggle to make sense of.