it's like finding your place in the universe only to notice that the universe hasn't been thought up just yet. in some way this seems entirely appropriate. it's like having visions that are even less substantial or narratable than dreams: or more like having memories of visions already so dim that full consciousness cannot even begin to capture the bare outline of them. but in the moment they are immensely satisfying. I wish there were some better way to describe them but they absolutely flee from the mind's eye.
I guess then it is more like finding your place in a universe that flickered out so long ago that you just saw the last disintegrating silver print at the moment it turned to dust and for some reason you immediately forgot everything about it but the dust itself.