Vacuous Crowded Spaces
He wasn't sure how he arrived in the park. He just seemed to have arrived there. Thoughts raced around his head. He felt so much pressure, squeezing him, so many things seemed to be collapsing around him and there seemed so little he could do. Perhaps this was just some past catching up with him. Maybe this was his due. But whatever it was, it seemed too much, seemed that his head was literally under pressure from inside, like a steam cooker but the valve was stuck, there was no way of releasing the pressure that was building inside. He remembered he had been in his apartment. He remembered he had been thinking about work and relationships and debts. None of them were good. All of them could be dealt with one at a time but when they all seemed to go wrong at the same time, that suddenly seemed to have made a difference. Maybe it was coming already, maybe there was an inevitability about it all. Maybe it was simply written in the stars. Who knew, and who actually cared. The