Monday, April 25, 2016

Age, old age, has aimed at me. It was a collision intended.

Later, I got into my car and sat there alone for a few moments with my head down, holding my temples, and looking up to my left noticed the next car along was moving gently forward from its parking space. No. No, I was moving backwards. I had taken the handbrake off and I could not remember doing so. And so I drove back home and fell onto my bed and slept, and woke up delirious, not knowing what time it was, nor did staring at the time on the clock give me clarity, and I heard a voice outside on the street, young and lucid, and I felt frightened, vulnerable in my confusion.