Chapter Eleven
Running
When I run, I just am.
I am the Velocity Field in those moments. It’s the most amazing rush. The world stands still, and you pass through
it like a ghost. People are frozen in
the midst of their lives like they are statues, as you dash by.
You’re safe when you run. Nothing can touch you. It’s insulating.
And then you go superluminal and it’s like the
universe is either standing still or racing backwards, or both at the same
time. Spectral color shifts of infinite
stars. And all time and space open up
to you. You can go anywhere at any time
in an instant.
At first you feel the ground under your feet, and it
feels good. You’re moving impossibly
fast. Then you don’t feel anything. It’s fucking Samadhi. Union with Everything. Your brain just thinking so much, everything
maybe, and nothing at all.
I wish you could feel it. That’s the only way you can really understand
me, and what motivates me. It is power far
beyond what human beings were supposed to have.
It changes you. You see the world
differently once you’re essentially omnipresent and invisible. Doing whatever you want becomes easy. The hard thing is not doing whatever you
want. It can break you. The difference between the other guy and
me? He just hasn’t broken yet.
But, running makes everything else go away. When you run, you’re in the Velocity Field. You are running in the Big Bang. It’s euphoric and dehumanizing at the same
time. You become the personification of
movement at the birth of time. It’s the
best part of being a speedster.
I run a lot.
Copyright 2019 Diana Hignutt
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