the guitar had a multitude of strings stretching out infinitely in each direction. some were as fine as human hairs, others as thick as tree trunks. i reached out to grab at them as i fell past but the vibrations threw me back spinning. from one to the next i bounced creating a loud  crisp note painfully high to impossibly low in a jangled discord of sound my rubbery body the plectrum sounding out a mad symphony. i fell past the strings still ringing out. there was nothing. i heard the sounds and the space between the notes leap out. the music receded. only punctuations in the silence.