Split

Date: 9/19/2019

A plane crashed in Newfoundland. I was unhurt, but had to walk to civilization to get back home. I walked for days without stopping, and ended up crossing the entire province. I saw my track on a map. Then I was home, seeing my track on the map. If I pretended to walk, the line on the map would change. I tried to get to the far north west, but didn’t know how I’d cross to Labrador. I had a crisis of identity. Was I the walker dreaming I was home? Was I home, dreaming I was walking? It terrified me. Of course, I was in bed, and it was all a dream.