Dislike/Tea/Sweep

So much information began to sweep him off his feet.It seemed to be breathing salt.His lungs-his whole being-becoming salt.A rush,somewhat like sipping a too strong-too bitter tea-emcompassed him.It became stronger and stronger upon him.His eyes rolled back into his head.He felt like he was going to totally disappear into nothingness.Though he thought he should feel panicked...he did not dislike it.