Yeah Time Machines is nuts innit. It's the only genuinely psychoactive music I've heard. Not just kinda reminiscent of doing drugs but EXACTLY like doing drugs. Sends me flat on my back hardly able to move, the air feeling thick and syrupy, vision getting frayed around the edgesTime Machines played through a massive sound-system in the middle of a stone circle on mid-winter solstice - you are the time lord and time is a flat circle.
Yeah Time Machines is nuts innit. It's the only genuinely psychoactive music I've heard. Not just kinda reminiscent of doing drugs but EXACTLY like doing drugs. Sends me flat on my back hardly able to move, the air feeling thick and syrupy, vision getting frayed around the edges
And it does work as intended to, I find. The temporal slips are there.
I think I've mentioned the time-altering properties of danger on here before, perhaps in the catastrophe thread. Time seems to slow to a crawl once you realise the ball you've just booted's heading right for the neighbour's window or that car's about to plough into yours.
The average person can rarely hold a thought for more than three or four seconds, eight at the most, before the mind wanders. It's very unusual to be fully conscious for more than a tiny window of time. That is, unless you're having a conversation with someone else, in which case you can often do it for long periods of time, especially if the conversation is with someone you find particularly interesting. In other words, most of the time we're conscious is when we're talking to someone else, or otherwise interacting intensely; during moments in which when we're not clear whose mind is whose.