A strange coincidence occurred yesterday. Two universes collided. The result, an ancient version of someone I once thought I knew. Stark naked under the sunlight in a field of thorny white roses. Lost. Withering. I approached the character from behind to calm him, but only seemed to engage with his higher orders of dementia or schizophrenia. God. I don’t know who he is. Maybe I do. A calloused soul does not wear thin.
Oh yes, back to the coincidence of it all. The lad, who I soon recognized, had no discerning motions other than an impetuous shiver. A circle - he stood on the verge of a circle. You see, here is the dilemma. I only happened upon the boy because in fact it was I that had tramped the circle. It took 9 years to travel its perimeter.
