This snippet stems from long ago. A recollection as a process for trance self-induction. College, so many years ago. Now, it looks useable as a starting paragraph of a story–short or part of a longer piece.
Steps receding down, far into the distance. In the dimming light he saw no end to the path. He knew where it led, despite the failure of vision. Into the place where conscious and subconscious were separated by only a thin veil. There he found quiet away from the sounds, smells and distracting sensations that crowded his mind, keeping him unaware. Here it took no word association to retrieve the memories he needed. He could direct the search.