half waking

Despite the turbulence I am tranquil. Remain seated as the lights go on. My nocturnal imagry contorts. I dream of train tracks and streetscapes and deafness.

I am still fossicking amidst my adolescence. Searching for clues as to how I got here. I am falling in and out of alignment. Interspersing the melee with a cool breeze.

All four points are shifting. In every direction the horizon mutates. Not that I find this disturbing. It just takes my eyes a while to adjust.