In the midst of it all, he ceased feeling like himself.  He was an outside observer, somehow cataloguing every detail and not registering or keeping a one.  Time blurred and the act seemed endless.

And somewhere in the midst of all of that, he found himself being swept up by a current.  Lost in the midst of a greater flow of connections that threatened to distract him.  He wanted to focus on this, on the future, like she’d said, and this rush of sensations and images threatened to pull him away from it.

He flew among planets, but he really only wanted to be in this planet, in this van, in this mud, with Kelly.

In the midst of it, he felt it give way.  There was almost a sentiment to it, a sigh, a frustrated concession.

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