Travelling to somewhere,

Travels always go somewhere.

(But F*** knows where)

Rain spit spatters on the windshield,

The intermittent screech of wipers keeps me awake.

(And when I’m awake, I know I’m still alive)

Tall Toytown trees bend obediently with the wind. 

The radio pumps out a pop song I think I once knew.

I’m not conscious of being with anyone.

I’m not driving.

White lines rear up from the road 

And imprint themselves on my brain

White noise in my head. I’m not here.

Staring out at the world as it blurs by.

A rain-fuzzed miniscule glimpse at life moments

Snatched from lives along the road

I’m not sure if these scenes are part of my reality.

Woman hanging out her washing,

Farmer tramping across his fields,

Man in a hi-viz vest putting out traffic cones,

Guy in a lay-by pissing against a tree.

Big lorry

Small lorry

Red lorry 

Yellow lorry

Wind turbine,

Pylon line

Grain silo,

Dead dog

Blank sign

Cars glide smoothly past in the outside lane

Overtaking with ease

As we seem to be motionless.

Flat countryside (grey/green non-landscape)

Starts to rise and roll wave-like.

Rising, falling,

Rising, falling,

Fast car

Slow car

Red lorry

Yellow lorry

Wind turbine

Pylon line,

Woman hanging washing

Farmer in his field

Dead dog

Blank signpost

Guy pissing by the road.

Rain spit spatters on the windshield,

The intermittent screech of wipers keeps me awake.

(And when I’m awake, I know I’m still alive)

Tall Toytown trees bend obediently with the wind. 

The radio pumps out a pop song I think I once knew.

I’m not conscious of being with anyone.

I’m not driving.

White lines rear up from the road 

And imprint themselves on my brain

White noise in my head. I’m not anywhere.

Where (the f***)

Are

We

Now?

Waking-up,

All tubes and wires

All hooked-up

All plumbed-in.

We are alive (I think)

We have no memories

(Of ever being alive before).

A nurse calls a name.

I don’t respond.

She tells me I am me.

It is a good start

I am someone

Though I don’t know who.