A man with nothing on his mind
In a cold mist of recollection
He strains his mildly crinkled eyes to peer into what seemed like familiar surroundings,
what appeared to be a landscape that he may have been in before
or elicited some kind of feeling of vague comfort, for some reason not completely known but upsettably prying.
The hillsides jut downward with green and dark grey mossy crags of meandering in and out of view through the white-grey fog, as it playfully and coyly caresses the cool rocky surfaces falling into the abyss below.
“How did I get here?” he bellows inside his own head in a way that can’t be described as words or a voice, but what really can only closely be described more as an echoing vibration of depth and seeping candor…almost as if a cave could manifest itself anew as the open air, yet with the same stultifying mystery of the unknown and opaquely unique formations only certain environments can create over geologic periods of time and minimal outside disruptions.
It feels as if this peak, somewhere in a non-descript hilled region that could be just outside a mountainous landscape, might be somewhere between Ireland and Wales…though it could be just something he saw in a photo once and dreamed about a vacation in Celtic Castles with surly Irishmen telling him stories all night and playing fiddle.
Did he fall asleep without realizing it?
As he keeps peering into the immediate distance with continued perplexity he realizes that his skin is dry, his left knee aches, and his gastro-esophageal reflux is acting up again; and he hasn’t called his mom in 3 days. She starts to get worried after day 4 typically. He should call her.
But why can’t he remember his own name?
This must be some sort of waking dream, with no history leading up to this location or this moment, no name of the protagonist even in his own mind, and vague or somewhat random aspects in feeling or plot happenings.
Maybe this author will get better at setting the scene with more effort,
or possibly this is just how our mental and emotional life occurs sometimes…
No rationale, no real ending, and always something to come back to. Hopefully later I will be wiser when I read it.