When I wrote 32,-09 and 47.503.0, my vision went dark. I started to panic, thinking I had been blinded but, I realized that my eyes were closed, so I opened them.
When I opened my eyes, I was standing before an endless, pale yellow ocean. But something about the water was not right. Upon closer inspection, I saw that the ocean was not made out of water. It was made out of writhing maggots. Millions upon trillions of tiny maggots, squirming and wriggling like a massive organism. When I realized this, they all stopped moving and opened their eyes. They all slowly turned to look at me, and then they all screamed. The sound was terrible, more terrible than nails on a chalkboard or the sound of fingernails being torn off fleshy fingers. They were screaming numbers, but I could not comprehend these numbers.
I squeezed my eyes shut, covered my ears, and sat there for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, the noise stopped, when I opened my eyes, I saw that I was back at my desk. That frightened me so terribly. I do not know if I want to continue to do this…