CLIck flash flash Clik flash clk
the air explodes; there comes a silence never before discovered and a dimension of reality never before seen sewing itself into his surroundings
have to keep moving
skritching, scratching rotating circles around
should be moving
cold light white lines appear beneath;
at first it's just a few small spirals gathered around beneath him but something takes him father from the ice
where am i?
suddenly he can see the whole rink; a big swirling spinning picture
i should be skating
keeping-emphasizing form
but he can barely feel his form
did i ever have a form?
who am i exactly?what is an i exactly?
"Mkl" something garbled calls.