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I believe in a subjective idealist visual field, and the uninterpreted reality the lays beyond my line of sight, or behind me, is occupied by entities (in my mind I call them "glass witches"). I'm not really sure what they are but they have casual effects on my visual field, and can influence things indirectly in the world around me. SO it's not like they just chuck shit around in my room, it's more like they influence patterns or coincidences to occur as a sort of way of fucking with me or sending a message. They don't talk to me or anything schizo like that, but I sense their presence and sort of intuitively know they are there in the 'noumena'. I suspect death is an erasure of allmost all perception and one exists only as a sort of localized haptic perception, a sort of felt force of movement. I think when I die, the haptic sensation of embodiement is going to fall backwards, separating itself from the rest of the 'body in a external world' that is my life, further and further away and backwards until it's so far distant that I've passed over and entered the space of the glass witches.
