Sunday, April 14, 2013

A night full of dreams

I'm in places that were familiar in my youth but are foreign... I know where I am but I don't know how to get home. I wait for buses/trains/trams that never come. Oh, buses trains and trams come and go constantly, but never the one I'm waiting for.

People seem to know me but they are strangers.

I navigate endless corridors through abandoned factories and department stores. Idle machinery, entire floors of once-grand stores with the displays intact but covered with cobwebs and dust.

Up and down ladders and stairways and walking past a concrete crew that chases me off their fresh cement... my phone won't work. I'm trying to call home but my phone won't work.


I can hear the echo of the familiar... but I'm not sure where I am...

Buckle up and put the pedal to the metal dude! It's just early laps in the Alzheimer 500!

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