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i dreamed last night that i swam the vltava, woke up with my arms aching for the strain, lungs gasping for breath, head cold from swimming across the freezing river.
so today i had to go running, my black tights barely protecting my legs from the freeze, the hood of my orange jacket pulled tight around my head, and i listened to bjork, like i used to when i ran in prague. homogenic, today, on a whim, success.
hunter. unravel. it was appropriate; the weekend was...strange. unexpected.
the devil collects it with a grin our love in a ball of yarn he'll never return it.
ambient sounds focused the noises in my mind, collected the various strands and pulled them together. my body was concentrated, my shadow long as i ran in the grass on the edge of the park, the floodlights not quite reaching, the other runners were amazed at my speed and afraid of my power, i was strong and i passed them all and was flying almost and then
bachelorette
she yells, the song screams; it is a release, and i felt it. my legs moved faster, my hood fell back from my head and i didn't care, just kept running, the wind screaming in my ears, everything quiet except music, organized noise, bjork's terribly sad and self-aware sounds, she is amazing. the cars who saw me in the rare spots of light along the dark street in the dark night in the dark world all they saw was an animal, a gazelle perhaps, or sprite, flitting across the road, daring them to hit me, my force against theirs hardly a contest, i could vanquish all tonight.