The territory of the non-written is a place so beyond the beyond that there is simply no language to describe it. At least, there is nothing in my subjective world which can.
Who doesn’t want to know at this point where they are in time, in space? It’s an isolation chamber which exists outside your brain’s conceptual boundaries.
There is no line which tells you this is the place where the sky ends, nor any line marking the sea bed. It is as immense as it is terrifying.
What would you give to find something that could lull this feeling to sleep for even a brief moment?