such a strange world into which i have wandered. so deep in daydreams, the sun becomes the moon becomes the single working streetlight in a neglected neighborhood. i’ve lost my bearings, no sense of direction, no markings on the road. i’m a stranger to this part of town. what am i waiting for? the next sunrise, the next exit, the next train out of here. this map is misleading, i’ve been walking in circles; i swear i’ve seen that same tree a dozen times. meandering footpaths branching into synaptic space, visions of glacial eyes freeze the rivers and bridge the gaps. reflecting moonlight, parting clouds of raven feathers, shattering the obsidian sky, a sudden rush of familiarity - i have been here before. a steady clarity, the blooming of roses and the scent of rain. stranded among shrouded thoughts, hidden in the outskirts, i have found you, i have found escape.