#184204 - But then there are more irrational elements present in this unusual trip: why is it that I have packed a car boot full of suitcases as if I were travelling overseas for six months, when I am only visiting my mother for the weekend and why is the back seat filled with boxes of my stuff? Why have I paid up all my rent and the bills as if I were preparing myself to move out of my apartment? The hour I drive the narrow winding road ends too soon - I slowly turn off the road and the car loses traction for a moment in the soggy mud, then it catches and I begin to slowly make my way down the leave strewn lane towards the house, past the dilapidated fence line and through the slowly crumbling gate. In my dreams I imagine the moon is an enormous shining orb dominating the horizon and its face is upon the water of the lake. I lick her open pouting labia again and again.