Experiments in romantics and drunken epiphanies

Glazed over and tired from doing nothing I stare out the window down into the street where people roam, round in circles it seems, or some other point-less shape. there’s a radio program playing but for the moment I’m not at all concentrated on deciphering the sounds the radio is projecting.

Until I here a sentence that strikes me, “…if you could remove the anti-matter out of the human population, all people could fit into the size of a sugar cube”

I think I’ve heard this somewhere before, but it really hits a chord this time, particularly since it’s coming from a device whose sole purpose is to translate some kind of waves which are invisible to me, into another kind which I can freely pick up if I choose to switch on the receiver in my head. It’s a science program, so it must be true, right? Sure, why not? I don’t doubt it. I’ve felt things like this before (through spiritual experiences, lucid dreaming, drunken epiphanies, highs, lows, high school mathematics) . For the next few weeks, I can’t look at people the same. I picture them as particles, pixels or cosmic dust. They are vague projections bobbing around, existing only on a certain sea of waves that my modest vessel is permitted to sail. I feel as though I could pass my hand through them, like plunging it into the sea, and sometimes as if they were being projected just for me, like the science program on the radio.