VIII
I’m driving, I don’t know where to. I found myself here alone, in the middle of a homogenous black of this room, with a steering wheel in front of me, my only certainty. That’s all I could see, the steering wheel.
I don’t understand what happened to the rest of the car. Because I am inside a car, right?
“Hey guys! I know that you are somewhere. Am I in a car? Can someone confirm it?”
No one is answering. Where is everyone gone?
They’re hiding, that’s the truth. They don’t want to be seen. They’re pranking me. A really bad prank.
I touch the darkness with a hand, but without feeling anything; I can’t feel the air moving, I don’t feel hot or cold…
I keep not understanding where I am, but I’m sure I’m alone. Who brought me here, left, or hid somewhere close.
“Come on, show up! I
