the thought itself rustles the heat and i can feel the long red tunnel approach , the spaceor lack of spacewhere such things as surface and willing yourself there cease to have meaning , its just tunnel and you follow it at speed , planting your seed wherever you can , doing your bit for the human race , not that this thought even enters as much as the periphery of things ; but i can note the thought now , because i just had it , before i enter , before i vanish , before i drown completely .