I look back down the road and that is a mistake. The long strip of tarmac is peeled upwards, riding on pink and blue waves of light that cascade up, its tip touching the sky and fracturing. The aurora advances faster than I can get away, but it maintains an equal distance.
The wheel in my hands feels loose. It's atoms spreading apart as they lose energy. I feel my skin shedding its integrity. My eyes see unknown spectrums.
There is a yawning silence.
Reality is ending. The dream is collapsing.
Paddy Dobson
16th February 2022