In an instant the world around her had vanished. Marsha and the city of New Orleans. It was as if her tether to her body and material reality had been cut. And like a balloon let loose she floated. Floated in what exactly? It wasn’t anything as concrete as a pit of darkness. It was more like an absence. A vacuum. A negation. Here nothing was born or created. Nothing could possibly be created here and never would. This certainty was absolute. The very nature of whatever this could be described as demanded the absoluteness of this statement and could not be argued with. Its existence or more accurately lack of existence defied all reason and argumentation.
And then a sudden vague awareness of the existence of her body, of physical reality, returned. Returned but not fully. It was only a sh
