One who holds a Master's Degree in self-denial is always willing to turn her gaze in the opposite direction to avoid destiny.
It's been many days, well, not so many... and, not this time.
Last night, I almost forgot about what's coming. I took refuge in the pretty words, and serious, needy mien of a friend as he outlined the need for vigilance concerning the atrocities and casualties of war. In the dimly lit room while his sad, once-beautiful mouth dropped syllable after syllable of doom, I paid no heed.
I thought I'd almost escaped... but the dream came anyway; a long, recurring nightmare of moving forward through time into a dark, starless void, where no one and nothing existed; no people, no countries, no secrets. I found myself on the edge of a precipice that dropped into a massive black vortex of annihilation, and I, with little success, expended much of myself trying to wish my way back. In a panic, I briefly awakened but I found my head sinking into the pillow, and then my soul accelerated like Major Tom on a dying trajectory back to the origin of all who had died and then were burned to ash.
Is it worth mentioning this second voyage was populated by a few pop icons I secretly invoke as talismans against the shadow men? Unfortunately, one by one, they all disappeared and I found myself traveling faster than before back to the same crumbling precipice whose edge started to give way beneath me... Where is my haven, my fortress, my...???