Nowhereland: Ch 4: Interlude
The Pack and I find ourselves once more on the freeway. The course is the reverse of the one we followed to get into the suburb. The Pack says something like Turn up the music! Techno music blasts me nearly into unconsciousness at that moment. I attempt to ask the Pack to turn down the music, but my pleas go unheard over it, though the Pack probably wouldnt have turned the music down if it could have heard me anyway. The volume is now so deleteriously extreme that it seems to distort the music so that it has a demonic quality. The pupils dilate, the muscles contract. These demons grate at my ears, assaulting me for some unknown punishment rendered by fate. I relent and eventually lose consciousness somewhere along the road.
I wake up to a pounding tat tvam asi, Śvetaketu, tat tvam asi headache. The music has stopped for whatever reason. I look out the front windshield and see a figure in the barren, featureless distance it is male, blue skin, dressed