Imagine you woke up in a run down, shabby hotel, all alone and without a clue as to how you got there. The first thing you noticed were that tiny bugs were crawling all over you so you leapt out of bed to notice a huge blood stain on the mattress. In the mirror you saw a horrific apparition; yourself. Pale, anemic, like you just lost all of your blood. Unshaven and unkempt. Now imagine you left your room to discover where you were and found that the hotel appeared to be empty. So you went into the street. No landmarks you recognized, nothing familiar. What you were able to discern was that you were in a big but apparently deserted, European city, could be Paris or maybe Prague or Budapest or maybe Vienna or Berlin, hard to say, especially as you were experiencing bouts of dizziness and hallucinations and all the signs were gibberish all sorts of diacritical marks and umlauts and vaguely Cyrillic characters. Every block was filled with decrepit buildings that were obviously once grand, Belle Epoque or Moderne or Deco masterpieces. Finding no one you saw an entrance to a subway. You could hear the rumble and feel the rush of air so you descended. A train arrived in the station, deserted and empty. You got on. Stops went by, one by one, randomly stopping at stations or passing them by. Never did you see another person. If you get off and ascended to the street there were more deserted and crumbling blocks or monotonous rows of silent factories.  Imagine at sundown you always found a straight razor in your pocket and felt compelled to slit your wrists, so you did and gradually lost consciousness...

And when you woke up you found yourself in a run down, shabby hotel, all alone and without a clue as to how you got there. And imagine that this day repeated itself again and again.

forever