DAY 10

Foot. A couple of scratches around the ankles. Twigs. Floodlights. More rumble. More floodlights. Police cars. Figments of a fragmented reality. A mosaic of pictures, smells and colors - some of which have no basis in this reality; hadn't smelled them before. Hadn't experienced before. In truth all of them are a mystery. Chemistry is just the law of particle physics, not Newtonian physics. Nobody can explain aromaticity and odor. Nobody can explain what's happened the past ...