I cant help but ask Do you know where you areShe turns to me with a foreboding glare. Do you

There is a stillness between us a period of restlessness that ties my stomachin a hangmans noose. It is this same lack in noise that lives there in thedarkness of the grave how it frightens me beyond all things.

Call me crazy but there is something terribly wrong with this city.

Do we not each dream of dreams Do we not dance on the notes of lostmemories Then are we not each dreamers of tomorrow and yesterday since dreamsplay when time is askew Are we not all adrift in the constant sea of trial and when all is done do we not all yearn for ships to carry us home

Theres little of the melancholy element in her my lord she is never sad but when she sleeps and not ever sad then for I have heard my daughter say she hath often dreamt of unhappiness and waked herself with laughing.

...for all its apparent speed the ship was almost perfectly silent and he experienced an enervating eerie feeling as though the ancient warship mothballed all those centuries had somehow not yet fully woken up and events within its sleek hull still moved to another slower tempo made half of dreams.

Its not like I planned it. I never woke up from some rosy dream and said Okay world today Im gonna spaz.

All is as if the world did cease to exist. The citys monuments go unseen its past unheard and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.