a dream that an aged professor - from despair and from grief - plunged into a large crater, never to return.

years later, i returned to the site bearing flowers. as i bent down to place them on the edge, i caught his gaze - pale, uncaring eyes stared through me. he held a book and sat inside the ditch, on top of the large trees with which it was now littered. i asked if he had eaten.. if anyone had been feeding him.

he returned to his book, without a word.