Underpass

It just stopped raining, Adam is carrying a gun and a doubt: has Agnes been able to run away?

Nothing to offer, oh God, nothing at all. Only water, thoughts and synthetic drug. “You know what’s the real drug, my friend?” He whispers to the barking dog beside. The new millennium drug are the images of the past, our lives. I wonder if Agnes will ever remember me. I wonder where she is.

“How does it feel to have a child? How does it fell to be born? We are not born, we don’t grow up. Instead of dying due to an illness or because of old age, we snuff, like ants. There it goes, just like ants. That’s what we are” - Philip K. Dick - Do androids dream about electric sheep?