lxxix
I find myself in my car and, all around, it’d darkness. Black. Probably it’s evening: I realize that the lampposts are on.
After some time, I see some movement out there: cars that pass by at different speeds, some fires in the distance and shadows.
Many shadows.
I have a terrible headache, but I can’t understand the pressure. I feel sick, like if someone beat me up.
Only in a second moment, I realize there’s another car in front of mine, a few meters away. I’m afraid I rear-ended someone.
I want to get out to check that the other person isn’t hurt.
My head is spinning vortically: I’m afraid that, getting up and out, I could lose my balance and fall.
When I feel like being slightly better, I try to move: without considering my head, I don’t feel any particular pain in the res
