I, too, have suffered the impending feeling of dread as part of my field of vision disappear into nothing, only to re-emerge accompanied by the scotoma.
The thing that got me each time were the purity of the red-green-blues of the scintillations as well as the triangular geographical shapes that seemed to reveal the foundations of cognition.
The thing that got me each time were the purity of the red-green-blues of the scintillations as well as the triangular geographical shapes that seemed to reveal the foundations of cognition.