I awake in a place without light, an endless bank of fog rolls impenetrable overhead, carried by a frozen wind that carresses my body with its bite. A sempiternal personal wasteland imagined and realised in the same subconcious breath, woven into every fiber of me, the beginning and end flowing seemlessy within the other. A perpetual nightmare fuelled by fear of it and engima of being without it, a smothering safety blanket draped over reality, obscuring and giving form simultaneously. Trapped by my own coping mechanism, lost in my own escape route, screaming for help with a voice never able…