Posthuman Blues

Imagine human consciousness as a palpable, visually arresting substance, a vibrant flowing stuff emanating from our minds and blending into fractal auras and impossible hues. From the air, cities would appear as congested, pulsating domes of color; up close, streets would writhe with brief, fantastic forms, office towers and apartment buildings bleeding livid Technicolor awareness into the night like vaporous portals into Mind itself.

An evening's stroll through an electric fog of roiling, mercuric awareness, tides of phosphoresence mingling, perpetually replenished.