Message number seven Volume one Where am I? Sometimes when I'm in a room, it will remind me through a smell or something of a room I've been in before Sometimes the smell could be camphor, or vanilla, or whatever it is smell they put in gas so that you'll be able to detect if there's a leak And suddenly, I'll be transformed to that other place and usually it's a room I had as a child in which I had a terrible fever once And the entire room was transformed in my imagination or in my feverous hallucination Into a place of screaming white faces looking at me It was interesting and disconcerting at the same time It was around then that I first began having the dream where I was a child at the bottom of the sea And there, my sea uncles and I think maybe they were really turtles, introduced me to a robot who was apparently my brother My robot brother under the ocean I thought about him for many years I believe he had a red head and a yellow body Kinda now I'm thinking like Iron Man But this, I hadn't heard of Iron Man at the time And then we would travel places Years later, I found out I had a brother that I didn't know about My father had had another son And he wasn't a robot But to me he was, 'cause that's what like having a half-brother is sometimes I think the meaning of the dream, and the whole meaning of the fever was this and not about a real brother at all But to know yourself in such a way that that hidden robot brother in you, again introduced to you by your underwater uncles, can help you come to peace with things That's why other smells don't take me places Like most of the bad ones, rotten meat which I remember smelling on a ship one time You have to store food on a ship, you see If you're going out to sea, you can't just expect to go shopping You have to bring along what you're going to eat, so if you bring along something that's too fresh, it's gonna go bad And that's a rule in life as well Make sure things are dried up or put away in tins Can last you, even if you have malaria and get a fever, and start seeing things that aren't there But they can be good company too Not everything that isn't there isn't real Like this room Not this room, but the room I'm in as a child and I'm brought back to by the gas smells and the camphor and other things like I said Maybe it was cookies or something that my grandmother was baking 'Cause she would, and she'd infect these places in my mind with the molecules imprinting And now I can't shake it And so maybe if I smell you and your coat's been in one of those closets with mothballs, I'm back there again Oh, it's tiresome I wanna go on and live another life outside this cycle of my memories but I cannot, I'm trapped inside them It's a little spiral, and I think as I die and I remember them more opaquely, and I become more like a memory movie, that it's gonna be even more interesting "What's this part?!" Everything will be a surprise as the movie in my mind unwinds And it'll remind me of things And I'll take little naps And it won't be so bad And that room, it is a ship It was a ship all along! And that's probably why I smelled gas But now looking back, I don't know, would I trade it for being on solid land? Yes, I would That's the funny part Where am I? Message seven, volume one Provided for the public in these discourses and others The "Where Am I" network
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