Note 4: Emails to Myself

Next word, next sentence. Is it an image? Seems to be a person, a man, standing in the light, not knowing what his next action must be. He looks out of the shed, it's horrible, he can't see nothing but the dark. Next thing he will do is sheer inertia. Walk and see the trees, ceiling the long alleys where time is a river flowing out of nowhere. Next action. See. He, who is an old tired bum, is getting drowned. The last man he is. Now he is out of the shed, in the dark. He is 7000 years old. He gets back to the shed where light is 20 minutes old. She is buried in the dark where darkness is 20 years older than them. I get out of time to see where they are. They’re in the void. Next action. Impossible. Next word possible. The trees are moving sideways. The river is flowing into nowhere.