I keep thinking it's a nightmare - infused with squalor, isolation, abject misery, and entombed in eternal ice.
I keep hoping I'll wake up and things will be good, rational and normal, as they once were long, long ago in another time and place.
And then I'm struck with the horrifying realization that I am awake - immersed in the savage realm of reality that surpasses the worst nightmares and affords no escape.
I have no discernible alternative but to sleep, sleep deeply in the blessed arms of oblivion, where the excruciating nightmares of reality no longer exist.......
.....where I await the taunting promise of a possible spring.
Jon, entombed in ice
A frozen window
