As the world operates around me I drift through it, outside of time, liberated from the tyranny of temporal physics imposed on other mortals. When tired clerks shutter shops and cafe staff mop midnight floors I am piercingly lucid. Between punctuated catnaps and confined three-hour sleeps my invisible body, released from the demands of time's agenda, orbits through spinning clouds of passengers, yawning zombie-like.
It is the transiting circuit through the living of ghosts and mythical beings.
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