My conscious mind slips from the dreamscape into a partially frozen body, slowly heated by innumerable rays of sunlight, I am once again granted the gift of mobility. Another day to join the herd, another day to look without seeing, to hear without listening, to run without moving, like statues of flesh in illusory motion. A miserable existence indeed. In a ceaseless flow, time moves on, relentless and oblivious, each day arriving with ruthless precision. Like a prisoner led to the executioner’s block I take each step with apprehension, each day bringing me closer to a certain fate.
Slowly I begin to slip back into dream, a world more vivid than reality. In this world of abstract color and relativism I find contentment. I will not be joining the herd today.
