Tuesday 26 July 2011

Remarkable how the unknown, pregnant in a new morning can, for the free man, overcome any bodily fatigue. How a charge of adrenaline can wake the dead. Fox calls, fox calls, echoed in the silence. With massive breaths Bryan imbibed the air of the waning day as he walked, breathing so deeply his lungs pinched, as if he had swum in a cold ocean for hours and hours. He arrived at his temporary home with an enraptured state of mind. What progress he would make tomorrow!
Presently he sat down at the small kitchen table, leaving the lights off. Like a soft electrical current, pins and needles coursed through his body. He began to examine books, pamphlets and a bottle of sunscreen in the dark, blindly, like a mountaineer fumbling for something solid to ease his vertigo. Then after stroking his beard a while Bryan checked himself, placed both hands in front, and sat. Suddenly his fatigue appeared. It stole his appetite, made sleep the only mode of course. He was so heavy with lactic acid; even moving to the bed seemed impossible. His mind was so heavy with epiphanies. 



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