"Silenus returned to himself in that process of allowing the world to rush in once more, much like the return to the senses following orgasm. Only the descent of the writer to the world was more painful as he or she returned, trailing clouds of glory which quickly dissipated in the mundane flow of sensory trivia."
This is other side of a familiar coin. Setting down a book and letting the world crash back into your brain all while thinking...
"Oh, I'm back."
Except, this is the one creating the world, screaming back to life like a meteorite with a massive amount of self-doubt.
Except for Silenus, he was a giant arrogant bastard.
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