The car's on fire and there is no driver at the wheel...

I've been having nightmares of incineration. Things have been catching on fire. A smoky cafeteria. An accidentally burning plastic bag. A burning TGIFs. Curiousity about the fifth slaughterhouse and firestorms. Perhaps not curiousity. Perhaps anxiety. Perhaps the thought of ultimate dread. [the cringing at the gory details]

Worse than this fractured social scene. The horrific sounds of houses splitting in half. Worse than sagging eyes and snapping jaws.

Perhaps not worse than the thought of yourself above others. Perhaps not worse than skewed perceptions.[self,others,world] Perhaps not worse than the way we treat each other.

I am happy, perhaps, but not glad. I no longer know which way is up. I am thinking that perhaps, I've fallen too far down the page. In the backseat of a life on fast forward. [differential equate to get the air resistance on my hand out of the window]