I suddenly found myself within a forest. The right way was known the right way was known however what was known resisted full dissection as it was that all dialogue between my body and mind had stopped. I made my way thru the place, considering my limbs, particularly my feet, which now seemed to move by retracting into my torso, and, then, accumulating a step forward—at rhythm with the shifting of my weight. My hands worked away the odd brush, and, could only move due to what I assumed must be some strange, unearthly, unreal, and unconscious will—some willful hankering to pull my sluggish form towards an engagement, some engagement, between myself, and ephemeral MEANING.
There was a silent pressure, seeming to rob the WORLD of air
