ABSTRACT

I lower my body into the warm, highly concentrated saline solution kept at a constant temperature of 93 degrees Fahrenheit. Within moments, I lose the sense of where my skin ends and where the warm water begins. Complete darkness surrounds me. The dark chamber is soundproof. For a few moments I am in complete silence, hearing my own heartbeat, the fl uids slushing through my arteries and echoing dimly against the metal walls. “Spirits of Virtuality,” the She-God intones, as the loud techno beats of Juno Reactor begin. They shock me, then ease up. Then smash again.