And then my mind stopped.
I couldn't think, couldn't feel. I couldn't question, couldn't reason. Somewhere deep inside me, a place faraway and dimly lit, a frail voice asked questions:
shouldn't you stroke the horse
shouldn't you be running away now
shouldn't you breathe
should you breathe
should you really just stand here
should you really be
should you really be dead
these questions whirled through a distant vacuum somewhere as far away as the stars but as close as my heartbeat, but I pretended not to hear.
I continued to exist, or not, subject to the whim of life.