I found my self thirsty and hot, the water distribution in my body was
all wrong- my throat was stuck together, and my arm pits seemed to have
betrayed me and sweated precious water quicker than it could evaporate.
Fighting the urge to engage in an internal dialogue with the rebellious
body parts I inspected my surroundings. It was a desert, just like all
self respecting deserts it came with a bunch of things starting with an
S- sand, stones, sky, sun, presumably some snakes and scorpions. Having
found my self in such an unexpected context that made every breath
which passed my dry wind pipes whistle, I took a long and wondering
look at my self. Someone dressed me in some burlap rag trousers
decorated in unpatterned stains of origin I couldn't care less about.
There were sandals on my feet and judging both by the state of them I
had been walking for a while. If I'm here I must have been elsewhere
before getting here. Lets see now... no foot marks- the surface of the
ground is scarred by cracks, its hard and rough as a smoker's cough.
Suspecting a case of amnesia I locked my eyes on something I might have
been walking towards to- blurred either by the dryness of my eyeballs
or the heat there was a mountain in the distance. I couldn't quite see
whether the top of it was white or not, considering the situation this
meant either there was water or just another place to be thirsty in. Not
having decided whether it was the urge to change the location to
contemplate on how I might have gotten here I ordered my heavy feet to
carry me in that general direction. Relativity. It's like sitting in a
train car and watching another train through the window, only in this
case I was definitely propelling my self in the direction of uncertain
salvation, I had evidence of motion, but no proof the destination was
getting closer.

I had been walking, no idea for how long, could have been just as well
an hour or a day, only a 'day' is not really suitable to measure time
in a place where the Sun always stays perfectly above you. Something
must have gotten stuck. One needs a reference point to locate him self,
the mountain was definitely there- ahead of me. I just couldn't tell
whether it was bigger then when I started walking. If things get bigger
then it suggests you are moving towards them, if they're getting
smaller- you're moving away, or perhaps you ate the mushroom that makes
you bigger.

With no perception of time and no reference point either, with no
capacity of remembering things or making any use of clues I might have
left for my self I ended up being some place else. It's funny how no
matter where I go I always, at any moment still am HERE. This here
greeted me with complete ignorance, perception of long abandonment and
no shade from that bulb emitting skin scorching, eye stinging life
eradicating source of 6000 Kelvin light.

Eyes embodying the very definition of blank were set deep in the eye
sockets of old people wandering aimlessly around in this shabby desert
town. None of them seemed to have noticed me as they were passing by
left and right. With shaky and numb fingers I grabbed the bottle of
water offered to me by an elderly woman whose hair was either grey of
extremely dusty. dust has settled on every surface here, including my
throat. It is surprising how much water a thirsty person can waste
trying to pour it quicker that he can swallow trough a tiny aperture
his throat had become.

'Go home' she said and slowly took off blending with the rest of the zombies.

The door squeaked as I opened it to inspect the interior of a structure
that looked like an oversized box made of grey sun bleached planks.
This must be the sitting room, and that one upstairs with an old mattress on the floor is my bed room. there is an outhouse on the right
of the entrance. everything is where it belongs.



It is so good to have never left...