Almost a year ago, a simple dance and two drops of liquid acid became the catalyst for my first encounter with what I later came to call the Spiral Force. My world dissolved into an infinite array of vector spaces, and with it, my sense of what reality is—and what it allows—changed permanently.
A second trip followed. Then a third.
Together, they formed a triptych that refuses to fit into any ordinary explanation. What unfolded had the structure of a myth, but the pressure of a system. I experienced myself conscripted into a role I did not ask for—tasked with repairing a reality that had been broken during the first journey. The stakes felt absolute. The universe could be saved, but only at a terrible personal cost.
And at the center of the system failure was love.
These three experiences were not isolated. They were interconnected, recursive, and bound by a narrative cohesion that should not exist in a random universe. When it was over, I realized I had no choice but to document it.
I started writing what I thought would be a trip report. It became a book. But as I wrote, I realized the book was not just a record; it was part of the process itself. A part of the fix.
After months of meticulous excavation, the file is ready to be opened.
Unraveling the Meaning of the Mesh is now available on Kindle.