hings got screwy without real sleep. We couldn’t tell time from space for awhile. Time was the motion of the car and time stopped when we did. Then things started to move backwards, and then in more than one direction at once. We began each day by finishing the few drops that remained in the bottle that, later that night, we would crack the seal on and open. We didn’t know which draft this was. |
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