Copies of my reality

A story about the destructuring of channels through which reality is broadcast. One of these channels is the mental reality of the protagonist. It is the one who interferes with all these channels and wants to demystify them. It all started with the premonition of a lack. Something was missing in his reality. He did not know what it was. But this premonition has expanded, and it has step by step taken control of consciousness. The way back does not exist anymore. For the first time in his life he had a truly profound purpose beyond all fuss and human madness. But everything seemed to be just a clutter of non-sense. The reality was like an explosion of puzzling visions up to the heart of reason. Nothing seemed to stop it. Its limits seemed even more confusing. This environment with strange properties was happening anywhere even in the dephts of his psychic world, a divided world and little controlled by himself. His efforts to bind the corners of his mind ended each time in obscure reflections of ideas. Only pieces of visions. Everything that interests him was like in a parallel world. Deprived from the right of complete knowledge, he has no choice but to recognize that the state of things has not changed. His mental space remained too little observeable by himself. At this point in his life, knowledge could only be replaced with communication. It's what's left to do. To communicate in a a priori semiotics with a psycho-real cosmos. To try a communication. A dialogue about human potential, about human nature, about human destiny.