I decided to take a walk at the park below my house, to clear my head.

Instead, now that I've returned, I feel exhausted, heavy, as if I've taken a long journey in a realm that was not my own.

The following will not make sense. Don't try to make sense of it, because even I, can't.

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I walked. I saw two cockroaches.

My feet took me on paths made by men. Nature graced its sides.

I felt the trees, the shrubs, calling out to me. I tried to listen, but they spoke no words.

Did I need words to listen?

I continued on.

Passed two insects. Looked up at the moon. It's dim tonight. Covered by a thich layer of clouds.

I loved it. Why?

Mysterious?

My feet walked on.

Passed a black cat which ignored me as a passing stranger. Or perhaps I didn't exist to it.

Passed one more roach.

The night: it brings solace. Why?

It hides me? Why do I want to hide?

Fear. Why fear?

Don't know. Why? Why? Why?

Stop asking why.

I see people. Indians. A group of three.

Mind alert. Danger.

Why danger?

Don't know. Senses buzzing.

Continue walking.

Fear them. Why'd I fear them?

Getting attacked? Raped?

No one behind me. Wait. Something just passed; I turned. The feeling's gone. Ignore it.

Passed another cat. This one grey-white. Alert. Watched me till I passed.

I want to continue walking. Forever? No, not forever.

To where? To the edge of the world? What will I find there?

I thought the world was round.

No, the earth is round. The world...there's an inn there, right?

Dream's there? No, he's not there.

I'm walking somewhere. Face staring at ground. Walked many rounds already, but I see things like they're new.

Walking in someone's realm. Whose?

Keep cracking my toes when I come to the slope. Hate that. Why?

Habit. So what?

Lack of control. Hate it.

Why? It feels good. Habit does.

If the body just goes along with basic feelings to feel good, need there be sentience?

Then everyone can conform.

Why does everyone want to conform? Nature wants us to?

Entropy?

But if we conform, which is the standard? Too many. Confusing.

Saw another roach. More insects. Stopped counting.

Nearing the end of my allocated time. One more round.

Danger. Fear. Why?

The Hecatae? The One who is Three? The We who are They?

The Kindly Ones? No, not kindly.

I thought I saw Dream. There. Was I walking in his realm?

No, not him. No one there.

Destiny? Is he as bound to his fate as all of us is?

Why then will Destiny choose a human face?

More questions. Why?

Don't know.

Lost many thoughts. Head feels heavy.

Pain in right arm. Why pain? Why feel?

Why different feelings? Where do they come from? The brain.

Then why different?

Perspective?

Why pain? Nerves are just nerves. Pain is a feeling.

No pain; all same feelings.

Right?

Coming to the end of my walk.

Mind coming back. Head feels heavy. Walked a long way.

Whose realm? I don't know.