a particular night. i failed to remember. i unfurled the flag. turned to the west.
last night there was a storm, i abandoned the octopus. it is still on the truck bed, but it is not the same anymore. i turned my back to the sea. i stood facing the road. but my feet as if by themselves took a step on the edge of the road.
i delayed the dawn. i plunged into the woods. i returned into the center of the night.
this road is rarely traveled i have to manage some memories. forget more than i remember to reach the end of the woods.
redwood trees press around us. above the stars are cold. the river is moaning. the sky is silent and vast.