some sense of pursuit
by uzwi
I was worn out. I was so tired. I could hardly walk. At last I reached the opening of a dry concrete pipe, big enough to crawl into. From there it was possible to look back at the landscape I had crossed. There was some sense of pursuit, which I had escaped. But the relief I felt brought its own difficulties. I knew that if I fell asleep I wouldn’t wake up again. Nevertheless I turned away from the landscape–which, picturesque and under a magnifying haze, resembled that of Tuscany, a place I have never been–and lay down anyway, feeling an astonishing, liquid wash of gratitude. I was so glad not to have to try any more. I curled up and slept. I have always had dreams of being exhausted. For me it’s as if sleep is just another state of awareness, heavy with rules, demarcated by its own event horizons and transitional states.
the m john harrison blog 
How to make – what is that 250 or so words? – resonate with so many potential meanings and possibilities.
It was evoking Geoffrey Household for me until you dropped in Tuscany.
Then probably the most enigmatic two line description of sleep and dreaming I have read. Whatever you are up to here Unc you are succeeding.
Currently reading A Young Man’ Journey To London, which strangely I hadn’t read before. Very powerful medicine indeed.
The Duke.
Thanks, Duke. I realise now I should have called this “Pipe Dream”. What an idiot I am.