SLOW-MOTION

I was taking a nap earlier today. Don't judge me, please. My friend says that the only people who take naps are babies and the elderly. I tend to disagree. And--got damn!--sometimes naps just hit. the. spot. But, anyway, as I was laying there, hovering between consciousness and unconsciousness, an image of a horse leaping a fence swam into my mind.

I could see the thundering of the hooves, the flexing of the muscles, the flaring of the nostrils--all beautiful, actually--and I realized that I was "watching" the horse, in my mind, in slow-motion.

The clods of dirt kicked up by the hammering hooves rose into the air, from the track or whatever, and caught glints of the Sun, turning, spinning, before they reached the apex of their flight and then tumbled back to the earth.

The thin line between sleep and waking has always been a pretty fertile area, for me. I think it must have something to do with the ultra-relaxation and thus the freedom of the mind, the freedom of postulation.

And I lay there, hovering, it struck me: Do you think that people, back in the day, before television, were cognizant of slow-motion? It seems like a stooooopid question, now, as I write this, but I truely don't know. Did film usher the concept of slow-motion into the human mind? Before it was on the silver screen and on television, how do you suppose people's minds processed that phenomenon? Perception is a funny thing.

Then again, as I read over what I just wrote, I suppose psychedelic drugs might have been able to achieve the same function. I don't know.

Fuck this; my feet stink; I'm going to bed.