I Write a Book - Chapter 3

Danka opened the door to find a world gone mad. Dolly was gone, the front steps were gone, the walk was gone, the street was gone. The world, in fact, was not gone mad. It was just gone. Danka fogged over like a mirror.

"Everything is gone," she noted cautiously. "But what is this in its place? And what is the place in which it could be said to be?"

Deep within the cauldrons of Danka's mind a primordial soup was roiling. Great quantities of hydrogen, methane, ammonia and carrots were bubbling in Danka's brain.

"And what am I that I can perceive nothing? Perhaps I am the one that has gone. Perhaps everything else is still here."