bomb

You are walking through the streets, not sure where you are, or, I am walking through the streets. I am walking through the streets. I am walking through the streets, and I don't know where I am, what this is. But this is the dream where I am ticking. This is the dream where I kill my mother.

I don't know my age. I don't know how I've come to tick, tick, a lack of face to remember. I do know these streets are not real, fifteen years later. (I wanted to say more on that, but I don't like using ages. It halts.) I am walking through the streets, ticking, ticking, ticking. I find my mother and I can not look away.