went up the first available flight, with less of the essential in a small backpack, directed towards a non-goal in which to disappear.
He stopped feeling observed only when he felt the pressure off the stomach. Then he fell asleep. Neither hunger nor thirst, nor the flight attendants managed to wake him.
In sleep he saw objects darting fire in a sky of copper and lead, and lived a meaningless run in the paths of a rough wood overwhelming. He heard his own grief when the race was changed in a frenzied pace forced and unnatural, as if the muscles of rubber.
His eyes filled with panic, look at her legs slowly sinking into the ground who became a dense mass of mud and hungry. The tendons were stretched in a futile effort.
muffled sound, more dark than light, glare sudden but brief.
The plane landed with a bang. It was a violent awakening, without relief. He felt the sweat irritate the face and the other passengers shouting excited and tired. A sharp pain in my stomach, empty and in turmoil.
yet nightmares, nightmares ever.
He opened his eyes only when the speakers caw formulas rite.
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