My Eyes Are Wide Open, Yet I Continue to Blink
Awakening does not arrive as a permanent gaze locked onto the infinite. It arrives as a rupture—clean, unmistakable, irreversible. Something collapses that never quite existed, and what remains does not need to convince itself of anything ever again. That first rupture carries a strange innocence. Consciousness recognizes itself without reference, without scaffolding, without an observer left…











