"I dreamt I was a butterfly, flittering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly...suddenly I awoke...Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man." Chuang-tzu
Last night I was at a funeral. Only it was some sort of strange game-like funeral where you have to guess who the person was. I considered this to be rather insensitive to the deceased but they all told me that this is what they would have wanted to I went with it. Everyone was given a piece of paper and told that it had a symbol on it. Everyone started opening their papers and shouting that they had the number one and trying to find two. No-one could find two and in the hussle bussle i was the last to open my paper, which i did slowly so that no-one would notice (I felt rather suspicious). I opened my page. It was not a two but a zero. It was too busy for anyone to notice but as it opened and looked at the zero it began to open itself over me. It became a hole that seemed to never end. I fell and i fell until suddenly I hit the ground. I was on the interstate. There were cars flying passed very fast but I got up slowly and walked carefully to the roadside, not looking at them. I walked straight through their paths to a car that had crashed onto the embankment. Inside the crumpled metal I could see a crumpled someone that I recognised. I was shocked, couldn't breath; tears welled up and spilled over onto the icey ground. There didn't seem to be anyone else around. I lay down next to the driver's window and rested my palm on their cold cheek. I watched as the cars rushed by, none of them had drivers, and their numberplates were only ones and zeros, and drifted off to sleep.