Everything seems unreal. There are moments in which I almost feel like
living an illusion, a distortion of reality. Like that slow motion effect from
movies. The bawls of pain bemuse my ears, as if a heard of wolves howling in
disconsolation had conquered my surroundings. I’m paralyzed, frozen. Unsure
about what I have to do. How am I supposed to react? Morphine is starting to
run out, I am aware there is not enough for all. Worst of all, I am obliged to
chose between those who have more possibilities of survival. Billions of ideas
chasing each other in my mind. All at once, all wanting to be attended. Images,
paranoias, feelings, fear… or even simple words. So simple, but so significant.
David.
The same thoughts in my mind repeat. What if he is injured? What if he
is- Don’t think!!
Just Don’t
Think. React.