imagine a world internalized

this morning i walked the streets pretending the passersby had enormous faces that i could punch. anxiety creates a false coordination between my fists and my eyes, so an enormous face is necessary for me to complete the above task. also, i happened to be wearing an eye-patch so any previous proof of spatial orientation became obsolete in times of anger and violence...

i'm actually not sure why i just lied about the eye-patch. i was not wearing one.

"where are we going she asked. we are following the horizon but it might take forever i said. she grabbed my hand and told me she wanted to live forever. we all live forever i said. i want to grow slowly until im old, very slowly, until i'm very old forever she said. chasing horizons lasts a lifetime i said are you ready? she stopped walking while the desert sun shed no sign of mercy. i think i'll be ready when i'm old she said. then she grabbed my hand again and pointed to the horizon. but i have all the time in the world for that so we can get a head start she said. i looked at her and began treading through the sand. i have a gift for you i said. what is it she asked. its going to shorten today but it will make forever last longer. i grabbed a handful of sand and squeezed. i squeezed so hard that sand stopped slipping through my fingers. i squeezed so hard it was as if all mass and density condensed within my palm and imploded like a reverse supernova. i handed her what became of the sand. she held the piece of glass in her hand then she balanced it on her nose. then she chewed on it with her metal teeth and spat out a million tiny shards of glass. the sun's energy reflected off the prisms in colors she had never seen before. the lights shine toward tomorrow i said. and we ventured off."