>>6056042I see, but there is an aim here! Let's see where it goes..
Suddenly it all shifts, he opens his eyes and looks up, the darkness has gripped the desert as he lays in it, the desert of one. That desert which is laid out for anyone who becomes the single fish in a pond. The lineage ends here, he looks at her again. He can't find the gracious, most blissful moment, he can't find it, what mare? Where is that mare? Where is this, McBride, what about his records? He can't find this, he fell through, didn't he? Yes, he must have, for some reason the floor wasn't the end of this, as he fell through he also found himself in the dark, he found himself on an island, and island in a vast ocean. A vast, dark and cold ocean he is surrounded by darkness on all sides, the island becomes his only refuge, but the darkness is creeping in and he can't seem to find that place again. It is silent, yet not, he tries to move but there is no point, he wants to return once again, can he force himself up through the floor from which he fell? Fear grips him, that's the worst, the worst of all, it is activating, it will not assist him in this. Even so the land in between, you can make out both worlds at once in this layer between the bottom and the top, you will break through and your journey through it will be shaped like an S. It is the drunkenness of it that is most fearsome, we know it will be the future, those moments of confusion might not be terror but in recollection it is believed that this recollection will fade, this recollection will eventually be an ability of the past. He thinks of this, but he wants to return - to the mare, to his quest for music but he has fallen. How did he end up down here again, this is not where he wanted to be, this is not it, this is not what he wanted for himself. A rusty nail has been inserted into his hands and his feet, they are digging in deep and pins him down, he feels the rugged edges of the nail tearing off his flesh, the pain yet, dull.
