Jag vill egentligen inte sova än
Ligger i sängen och vrider på världen
Besöker städer, granskar händelser
Tydligare än på dagen känner jag allt jag känner
Tankarna går sju i sänder, lusten brinner i mina händer
Jag behöver ett lugn precis som du
Eller kanske måste härifrån, oavsett vad behövs det nu
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"I wonder what the stars look like in sibiria" he said and his thoughts danced away, to railroads and sunk faces, to fingerless gloves and snowy tundra.
"Bright" he answered himself, "There's probably no lights there, except the stars" he added to complete his line of thought.
He dreamed of moscow and its architecture, he dreamed of the lights that went out at curfew to the cigarettes that kept on burning til long after.
He wondered what Moscow felt like under the soles of his feet, its air in his lungs and so its presence in his mind became the present. He walked its corridors and held its breath. He saw statues falling, heads hitting the ground, angry voices from a hungering crowd. He saw Industries rise and fall, he saw its spiral history unwind with him in the center of it all.
Then he realized he knew nothing of Moscow and fell asleep.
He realized he knew nothing of the place where his dreams had been