Thursday, June 15, 2006
Vast and grey, the smoke covers the craggy ground. I walk through it, my ankles tickled by the choking smoke, sleeved forearm over mouth, towards what I think is North. Sky as black as ash, the only light comes from glowing fissures in the ground - a cool volcano rumbles beneath. My naked feet feel the textures on the ground which my eyes cannot see. Listless voices light up the void, they whisper intelligible pleas. My hospital gown catches on a jagged peak, and pulls me down into the gap. The gap swallows me forever.