This is about Todd’s Syndrome also known as Alice in Wonderland Syndrome (AIWS) a condition where reality bends. A room can stretch like a hallway of mirrors, a hand can shrink until it feels borrowed, and distances slip out of reach. It’s not fantasy but the mind turning the familiar into something strange, making every moment feel like stepping into a dream.
“They move before I think… or
maybe after. I can’t tell. Every
gesture feels like a disagreement
between mind and body. Eventually,
I stop trying to resolve it.”
“Focus… but it won’t come. Eyes
locked in a stare that leads
nowhere. My mind splits the
image until nothing makes sense
except the confusion itself.”
Proportions falter without warning. I
cradle ceremony in a saucer, seated
before an absurd monument of
routine. The world reshapes itself and I’m expected to sip politely”
I press my hand against the veil, hoping it
holds. One eye trapped in now, the other
drifting somewhere memory can’t follow. I am seen, but not fully
Recognition lies in nuance—a curve of
bone, the weight of memory, the hush
between moments. Strip that away,
and what’s left isn’t absence… it’s
anonymity. I reach, not outward, but
inward hoping something familiar
reaches back
The top collapsed. The ceiling
pours down like it’s always been
the floor. I reach instinctively,
not to catch…. but to confirm I
haven’t floated off entirely
Hunted by hands that don’t exist. They reach in from the edges of what I see. They’re mine…but they move on their own. The walls whisper. I listen
I extend toward a horizon that doesn’t
respond. There is no edge, no echo—only
the theatre of reaching. Perhaps it isn’t the
void I seek, but the gravity of being missed
“I settle into the shape I’ve rehearsed,
but something slips. The hand drifts—
not away, but out of coherence. I
remain still, yet feel myself unraveling
in pieces too subtle to catch.”
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