i am ned and i am not ded
i am ned srinivasagam. i am a physics grad student.
yesterday, i discovered free energy. today, i am in another dimension.
i remember an explosion, a white light and then my world disappeared. i woke up with a condition that i call interdimensional narcolepsy: whenever i fall asleep, the shift in my brainwaves sends me to another parallel world; a world that has its own history and its own rules.
each time i fall asleep, i hope the journey will end where it began: home.
my phone is somehow still tethered to my universe, my world, earth prime, like an extension cord caught underneath a closed door. occasionally, a connection opens long enough for me to send something through. i receive corrupted photos and fragmentary texts, i but do not understand their origin or grasp their meaning. the first one showed up an instant before the accident in the lab. i do not know if they are the cause or the consequence of my action. i believe i am meant to do something, i am searching for answers in each new world. this interdimensional observation log is a record of my journey.
i don’t know whether anyone is reading this or if these transmissions are sitting unread on a server. if someone can see this, i just want you to know: i am ned and i am not ded.
cold. wet. hungry. the confusion is harder to locate. the ringing continues. a thousand tuning forks, all invisible. covering my ears changes nothing. possible concussion. difficult to assess my own thinking with the same head that’s numb with pain. i keep trying to remember my lab. beyond the railing, across the water — somewhere my mind could return to. i can still see my handwriting on the whiteboard. i remember the white light. i remember something else. write that i remember something even though i don’t know what it was. stop before, i begin changing it to make sense. warm air. cold water. the rope. the ship. the bell. leave the gaps intact. what isn’t there is as important as what is. my name is ned srinivasagam. i know that is who i am. i would like to go an hour without needing to tell myself. remember who you are. everything else is uncertain. start from what you know. another photograph arrived. how? why? who sent it? what am i seeing? i looked until the screen dimmed, then touched it to bring the light back. rest your mind now. the rest will sort itself out later.