It’s not even just the pain. It’s almost more the weight. It’s how gravity itself becomes a distinct entity, bent on your being bent over. It’s gravity, yes it is, pulling you slowly despite all your best efforts to remain upright, to lay you pressed against an alien Earth.

It’s colors becoming muted and dull.

It’s tasteless food.

It’s music that scrapes the flesh from bone.

And yes again, it’s gravity.

Gravity.