Squeeeaaaak.
Slowly I make my way through the masses. Towering over me, the faces of the trotting. I know my destination, I could hurry, just like them. But why bother?
Squeeeeaaaaaak.
My body is limp. I move along the highly polished tiles. Everything blings and costs twice as much as in the free world. Who buys a six pack of Vodka bottles?
Squeeeaaaaak.
My head is facing sideways, my cheeks on the floor. The hands are lazy today, just following the general movement of my snail-like body. I have my house with me, can you see it? It looks like a black suitcase but I promise it is my house, at least for now.
Squeeeaaaaak.
I wonder why no one bothers with me. Here I am, inspecting myself in the mirrors on the floor, worming my way to the next destination. A truly lawless place, ruled with an iron fist. How far can I go?
Squeeeeaaaaak.
One last movement. I drag my face across the tile, lift my bottom for a final push. I have reached my destination, in a weird way. But this is a strange place. Until the next gate opens, I’ll be here, in between worlds. Dragged to my final destination.