unborn whiskey

i drank too much coffee one morning and it appeared to collect in my skull and solidify into a second brain uncomfortably situated next to my first brain, who was unused to visitors let alone cohabitants. the second brain was always several steps ahead of the first, thinking from a future the first had yet to arrive at, yet would always meet and find disappointing, in that it resembled in every detail what the second brain had described. i went through the whole day like this, bouncing thoughts between brains, thoughts that got duller and less distinguished as they conformed to an expectation that the second brain already knew as reality. the world slid apart a little, then tessellated on top of itself, but there was nothing to see inside the fold between tessellations, that dilated space where a thing is almost another thing but not quite. everything's potential was already determined, so the space itself was determined, wasn't even a shift let alone a transformation, just it, itself, stamped over and over again on itself until it was gauzy and unreadable, and yet it was so obvious what it was that it wasn't even worth finding out.