Black, all Black, but suddenly a rush of sound and feeling, suddenly, like a silk blanket being ripped out from under me, I feel a harsh grit. My wet body feels all the aches and pains of extreme exertion. Where am I? It would seem to be a beach. I stagger up, trying to recall what happened. Did I fall? It sure feels like it, but I’m not on the coast, I’m on an island. I can’t see too well, it’s like looking through a haze. Before me lies a mass of vegetation, the air lightly brushes through the branches of the palm trees as I notice that the sun sinking on the horizon, it must be about 6 o’clock. The world seems as though it’s winding down, shadows are long and there’s a twinge of orange in the light. Quickly I notice my shoes are almost totally destroyed. I toss them into the expanse of turquoise without a second thought… My clothes begin to dry as I walk eastward with no particular will or reason: Like walking while asleep. I robotically walk along trying to make sense of my exhaustion and despair, for I can’t seem to find why I’m here. The sun creeps lower in the sky as I continue my mindless trek, I’ve rounded the island and I’m walking back west again. There’s a figure on the beach lying prone an motionless as I could imagine I was not but a few hours ago. Slowly, almost with an extreme apathy I approach the form. I find I’m at a loss to call out. But, like a cat, I stoop down and shyly inspect the figure lying face down in the sand. None of it’s features seem to be discernible, neither due to decay, nor to mutilation, simply a deficit, an inability to discern. I shyly grasp the pale clammy arm, and feel for a pulse. Nothing… slowly, and without expression, I gently pick up the ragged frame that had lain before me. The sun is halfway down. I cling to the body in my arms, as if my simple perseverance in walking on would make it come back to life. Slowly, and cautiously, I hope. Have you ever experienced a raw feeling or attribute of the mind, without a predicate, without an object or target? If you haven’t I can’t express the raw unfailing hope I felt. Still, without emotion, I trudge on in the wet, cold sand. The sun is disappearing. I look down and recognise the face on the body I carry. My head leans back and my eyes close. Then I awoke.
Wishing you pleasent dreams
-Wes
