They dynamics drive, the passion becomes the reason answers and the voice it calls. Inside a dream you have to call your own name to take control of objects and situation. Repelling Australian, down the backside of memory’s slope demands a non passive comprehension and mastery of the steering controls within fear. Disregard for limits within this sphere tend to get you labeled, assigned to some serious counselor with a long chin analyzing you twice a week over top of those silly little glasses. It’s best to run and plead the fifth, rather than open that conversation.

Running with one strap over my right shoulder my floursheim’s keep one twenty on pavement that’s just this side of slippery. Skidding to a stop against the car door, throwing the bag on the roof, fling open the door and in one movement drop it on the seat and jump in feet first. Time, no time, where did the time go when I thought this life had turned into some measure of boredom’s pursuit. But they’ve found me and the next few day’s if all happens according to plan there will be no rest, no step, no breather and only concern for Time.

She saw me, I don’t know how but someone just flashed my picture on the screen in the lobby of the conference I’d been attending. No hiding, no camouflage no sudden attempt to conceal the obvious only realistic grasp of my heart beat to walk as quickly toward the nearest exit as composure allows. Spotted, screened, surveilled or tracked by facial recognition, none will know except those seeking my untimely demise. Leaving this space and the face I’ve worn for business I now become citizen G, weaving and bobbing against the crowd, following signs to metro, allowing me the exit to get as far across town as it will take me. Bugout awaits.

Backtracking to midnight, I recall anything that may give me leverage to gain a measure of control. The dream ended and its always the smells that indicate reality, as gas, and filth and cigarette smoke waft across the barrow.  Don’t know the name of this street but that’s okay they all lead East which is where I am going. Desperate, no, but filled with the calamitous inspiring rage of a man hunted by blown cover I conspire to make them pay. Smiling briefly and a brief uturn to determine if I’ve been followed. No one in sight, but I know they are out there, I’m just fortunately a little bit ahead of the curve. Let’s keep it that way, I turn up the pace and put a bit of distance between me and that which is not yet inevitable.

Dawn’s not far, best to use the night while I’ve got its benefits. Trained, untroubled, merciless and certain been there a thousand times before. Somehow this is different because this time its my own who revealed me and that has an unfamiliar sting that hits me right above the kidney. Can’t wait to return the knife that they thought would end their troubles. Miles away I make time against the coming dawn.