Space and time stuck under the tunnel. One hour more appearing or vanishing… Depends.

There I often come across seahorses, owls, dragonflies and strange caterpillars. Awaken dream: being in the Nautilus and deviating from my destination. Escaping from the porthole, swimming along with flying fish. Never reaching the shore in a ultimate and never-ending breathe.

And then comes the end of the tunnel. Rendez-vous manqué with this odd menagerie. The insane trip stops when the walls disappear. Put my brain in a box and my imagination will fly away more than ever, less than a hundred yards below the surface.

Then arrival, 214 miles further in another city. Still lost in my dreams. Sleepy head walking around. Will the city of light blind me once again?