He began to walk again, this time more quickly. Then he started to run. Before him a small hill rose and he raced to the top of it. Looking down the other side he stared in bewilderment. There was nothing there but great emptiness. The ground was completely level and barren, there were no trees or any sign of life as far as his eyes could see, only the extensive bleached out land of death.

He started down the other side of the hill toward the plain. It was hot and dry under his feet, but he went forward anyway. He walked on, the ground began to hurt his feet – unaccustomed to long walking – and he grew tired. But he was determined to continue. Some small whisper within his mind compelled him to maintain his pace without slowing down.

Words: Stability, Phillip K Dick,

Image: Ed Parham, 2015

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