Tχ – ‘Tumbleweed’

Tumbleweed

Tumbleweed rolled across my feet. I followed it with great concentration, perhaps hanging on to one of the last tangible objects I could see in existence. Except, of course, “me” and the gaggle of suited ‘corporate looking’ individuals conversing somewhere in the foreground. Foreground. I noted how redundant this term now seemed: with no reference points available in the expansive plateaux of grey, blue and milk white, I couldn’t tell if they were ten metres or ten miles away. I looked to the sky in order to distract myself and was relieved to see the blue expanse still watching over. To my left I could make out the weak outline of the moon. At least something survived I noted with little enthusiasm. Continue reading