Chapter Sixty-Two
So, You Run
Sometimes you lose track of everything. Of where you are in the story of your
life. It’s a weird feeling. Somewhere between that Talking Heads song
with it, “This is not my beautiful wife,” and Peter Gabriel’s “I walked right
out of the machinery, my head going boom, boom, boom.” You know what I mean? Well, that’s where I was… nowhere. An emptiness of being. Sometimes you could just lose yourself in the
Velocity Field, and nothing else mattered.
Like popping into the corner bar for a quick beer and a sandwich before
getting that project done and staggering in at two in the morning, but without
the hangover.
And sometimes you want to lose track of
everything. So, you run. You run. And you run. And the emptiness consumes you, and nothing
fucking matters anymore. All those
moments you spent trying to smoke weed for those nanoseconds of peace, pale to
the exhilarating freedom of the emptiness. The lightness of being.
I am the fucking Velocity Field. Free. Pure Thought. Timeless and eternal.
And then I wasn’t.
I was Alex Donkers, AKA Dr. Velocity, AKA the Dark Runner.
And all my problems came crashing back. They always do.
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