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I’m driving, I don’t know where to. I’m here alone, for a few days now, with a migraine that pulses in my temples at a variable intensity and no one that could help me let it go. Sometimes I feel like dazed, stunned by the pain.
I try not to think about it, but that is pointless because the headache persists anyway.
I’m still sitting on the only seat of this car, I see the steering wheel before me, but now I decide to take my hands off and stretch them along my hips: I could never drive with such a strong headache.
The darkness around me endures and from time to time I touch it lightly with my fingers, as to find a solution to all my problems.
Despite my attempts to understand where I am, I haven’t understood anything yet and that is starting to get on my nerves: when I am missing a
