The liminal space between identities gave me the metaphor of the synapse - the gap between neurons where energy leaps, signals are transmitted, and potential exists only because of the space between. Like the synaptic gap, the in-between is not emptiness but a threshold of potential, alive with possibility between sides that need to communicate.

I kept waking up into different realities. Each one felt unrelentingly distinct, allowing me to forget the other I just knew. Each carried its own density of realness - though never in totality. The tension between them was vibrating with potential.