Is it still called crying yourself… if you don’t actually sleep? Instead, as day breaks the tears pervade your catnaps.

I long to be away from here to break these bonds and go - I must now flee, make my escape, there’s no more time to lose. My sweet return is all the nearer,

Skyscrapers soar up, piercing the brightest blue sky, glimmering with hope - but here on the ground the sand consumes all who venture out.

I’m here... Obscured perhaps? With calm, and peace, and time the melancholy shroud lightens. See me

“It’s been interesting! I’m teaching the kids about The O… And then the deluge: Did you know, this? Don’t you think, that?

But we invested so much: There must be some mistake. You o… I think. This wasn’t part of the… Please get back to us as soon as y… But we invested so much:

Unknown. A glimpse of a doorway, all turned… The park; the heat, the sand, the noise. Famine -

We’re in the year of the crossroad… we’d miss our turn, rushing to our… The two of us in each others arms, pink in the face, giggling to the… Your glitter-red shoes squeak with…

Before it all changes, you stand w… the ground squarely between your feet. Exactly as it has always bee… You have no questions. You barely notice your own knowledge. You