Sleeping here has a strange effect. The odors of the laboratory animals, dogs, monkeys, mice, spin me back into memories,
and it is difficult to know whether I am experiencing a new sensation or recalling the past.
It is impossible to tell what proportion is memory and what exists here and now —
so that a strange compound is formed of memory and reality; past and present;
response to stimuli stored in my brain centers, and response to stimuli in this room.
It's as if all the things I've learned have fused into a crystal universe spinning before me
so that I can see all the facets of it reflected in gorgeous bursts of light...
A monkey sitting in the center of his cage, staring at me out of sleepy eyes,
rubbing his cheeks with little old-man shriveled hands... chee... cheee... cheeeee...
and bouncing off the cage wire, up to the swing overhead where the other monkey sits staring dumbly into space.
Urinating, defecating, passing wind, staring at me and laughing... cheeee... cheeeee... cheeeee...
And bouncing around, leap, hop, up around and down, he swings and tries to grab the other monkey's tail,
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