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Running through surroundings that feel familiar and not-familiar, similar and strange, at the same time, there’s a weight that isn’t normally here, palpable, beckoning, eternal even, no that’s absurd, not eternal, but heavy nonetheless, it is real though, this weight as I’m running, tripping, falling, miscalulations that lead to missteps and I have to grab the wall to steady myself, hands slipping on picture frames of smiling familes that have people I recognize but don’t know, smiles that are somehow frightening, toothy and threatening, the frames slippery so I can’t quite get my grip, but inertia and momentum and an ineffable and inescapable fear prevent me from falling flat on my face, which I know would be distastrous, I know it, that falling would be disasterous, because I feel it and I feel it like a fact, not like a passing emotion, not like this fear that follows, my hands are wet and the soles of my sock-covered feet are damp, there’s a moisture everywhere here that doesn’t exist in the hall that’s in my house, even though that’s the hall that I’m running down, or it is but it isn’t, an abstraction, a concept of a hall, perhaps Platonic in its ideal, the condensation, humidity, a primeordial wet from the oceans we all walked out of, once, the oceans where we all dwelled before we could walk, before we could run, to run to reach some place, to run as play, to run to run, but I’m running away, from what I don’t know, but it’s there, this thing, behind me, I can feel a hotness on my neck, predator’s breath, our relationship, our positions, me in front and it behind, forever in tow, it’s inextricable, entwined, a predestined eventuality, inescapable, something that only our species is aware of, blessing, curse, Granny Smith knowledge, to be conscious of being conscious, an awareness of being aware, the finitude of it all, in the end, not-being is the goal, terrible, unimaginable, conscious of being conscious of not being able to comprehend infinity, ours is a limited set existence with no imaginary numbers, this I know as I run, and I know, no matter what, I know, no matter how I run, I know, that eventually, one day, on a date and time and place, perhaps this one, I know, that no matter what, I know, that whatever I’m running from, I know, it will catch me, I know this because I feel it, and I feel it like a fact.