A gushing black wind full of strange images rushed towards me and then i woke up with a not too strange question...
Morning's a strange time. The enthusiasm of getting ready for a fresh week is,with every single passing moment, dampened by the knowledge of the futility and the inevitability of such misplaced notions and labels...
So it was, that inevitable Monday morning, with vague recollections of a weekend being overwhelmed by the tired sigh of another half formed query. Black tea and half a dozen criss-crossing neuron journeys later, the rigmarole of welcoming a 'jolly good' day began....
The shades on, the breeze and thoughts of a hearty breakfast in my favourite haunt, my accelerator led me on to a hundred metres to the inevitable turning when all of a sudden...
...a gushing black wind full of strange images rushed towards me and then I woke up with a not too strange question...
..."Where am I?"
The crowd surrounding a half-dazed, half-conscious 'body' which a few moments ago was considered just that, the wailing siren of a hungry ambulance, me getting sucked into it on a steel tray they call strtcher, the onward journey to the hospital with siren overwhelming my pathetic moans, the slow ascent to the "special" room where beyond the door lay a host of co-sufferers....Dante?
X rays tests a couple of stitches on the head and two days later with the injury on my head still pounding like a crazy African drum I am back home writing this...and even I don't have even the vaguest recall of what happened except for second hand accounts!
Cogito Ergo Sum? Now what was I thinking about? Sorry I don't remember...
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