desmondblaine
she stuck her head out of the window of a moving train. she liked the feeling of the rushing wind in her hair. her eyes first narrowed, trying to grasp the visage in the distance. then they widened, and she screamed.
he was standing in the middle of the city square. it was saturday; the square was full of people. he spread his arms and spin in circle. he was one with all the others.
a light ray started of from a star a billion years ago. photons rush through vacuum. an eye. a receiver. information intercepted, message received. the circle is complete.
she stood naked in the rain. her legs moved by their own will. she was not there. the skies filled her mind and she danced the dance of stars. unwilling. unthinking. she was herself.
a human being. a part of a society. a unified mechanism tick-tocking life away. when time goes away, you meet a wall at the end of the street. where to, now?