THERE'S NO WAY YOU COULD POSSIBLY DESCRIBE THIS. One foot after the
other. Rock walls rising black on either side, a chasm of stars. The
road like a gray snake winding through cold air. Night.
WHEN YOU'RE READING A BOOK..... YOU'RE ALWAYS SAFE INSIDE YOUR MIND.
THERE ARE WALLS AND WARMTH AROUND YOU. THERE'S NO WAY YOU CAN FEEL
EXPOSED, LIKE THIS. The sound of shoes on pavement. A chill sweat.
THIS WEAKNESS. IT PUTS YOU IN A DIFFERENT WORLD, MAKES YOUR MIND
FEEL.....STRETCHED. This weakness. It puts you in a different world,
makes your mind feel. . . stretched. Convulsed stride and a kind of
shudder. DAMN.
WHY AM I ALWAYS EXPOSED LIKE THIS? ALL THOSE YEARS, DON'T THEY MEAN
ANYTHING? Hunger and cold. MAYBE I COULD WRITE A STORY..... WOULD
THAT MAKE IT ANY BETTER? A sound to my right. The same fear again.
YOU CAN'T KNOW UNTIL YOU'VE FELT THESE THINGS. I ALWAYS THOUGHT I WAS
GOING SOMEWHERE. NOWHERE BUT THIS ROAD. Another shudder from
the cold. Chills again. DAMN IT. DAMN IT!
"Save your strength."