Last night, a slight variation. Reclined in the passenger seat of a massive steamroller, I, through the fact that I am contained in the great vehicle, the hulking craft being driven, am guided by a silent, shapeless figure named, judging by the placard on the dashboard, Jawa. The ride is very smooth. I am not a passenger of the rolling beast. My left side is methodically and callously crushed flat, toe to scalp, and my right side inflates like a cartoonish balloon. After the weight of the steamroller leaves me, I drift up. Half pancake, half balloon. Below, I can see the diminishing machinery plowing slowly onward.
Strange, no?
walter