The Stargate Sequence from 2001: A Space Odyssey isn't that far away from reality regarding the visuals. Thanks to Kubrick for giving you an accurate representation of how my ride or—my transitions—went. The only difference is that on the original scene there's an ominous score playing in the background, while I had, well, Fireball.

I still don't know the reason why that song is the one that has been taking me from one life to the other since my Witching Hour stroll on Degeneration Street, back when I turned eighteen. Maybe it’s just another sick joke from the universe—I think I'll never know. And the worst part is that I have to concede this round forever because now I can't think of any other song for the imaginary official soundtrack of this story. I mean, a psychedelic trip filled with weird colourful shapes shouldn't be that difficult to score, right? There's at least one psychedelic style for each music genre, you know? I can imagine my motion picture using Cloudlight by Eskmo, or something by Pink Floyd if you want something more iconic—but, in case of choosing that second option, I'd still stick to the Syd Barrett era, hands fucking down.

The only reason why I can't entirely see those songs being used is because my Stargate Sequence transition was so stupidly fast that Fireball—with its upbeat and eccentric melody—just seems to fit, like it or not. And I don’t fucking like it, by the way.

Fuck you again, universe.

Anyway, when it seemed that I was going to be stuck in this transition, I ended up resuscitating in another scenario—an entirely different life. This happened over and over and over again, every time without the traditional post symptoms that scared the shit out of everyone, like the growling I did when looking for oxygen. Now I was just snapping back to another reality by something or someone, feeling unhinged, and humming. I would stay in those lives for a couple of minutes, then I'd suddenly return to the Stargate Sequence.

My first stop was actually on a September the 19th, according to a calendar hanging on the wall, and I was sitting next to my brother. We were both in pyjamas, and I was holding a cup of coffee in front of a laptop.

"So, what do you think?" he asked, pausing the video with a click.

"It's... interesting," I said, disorientated, and humming the song we’d just listened.

"Catchy, right?"

"For some reason, I can't stop thinking about something really fucked up happening every time someone decides to play this song."

"Uh, yeah, sure..."

"Yeah, I don't know," I started to scratch my leg and felt the gun inside my right pocket. "Woah, fuck..."

"What?"

"I died," then everything turned into foam, and got catapulted again to my next stop, to the sound of that fucking trumpet.