Walks past the empty shop window, the black hole inside his head started to exert its pull on the street ahead, Victor bows his brow and runs slowly, methodically, routinely as always, intent on moving his mind off this extra heavy subject. A difficult thing to do as it is so curiously attractive to stand as a witness to the effects of it all, value system collapse, total and utter, the end of synchronised events, every ones time flowing at a different pace like a lot of clocks all ticking out of time. Deadlines can kill, a much seen slogan refering to the fact that as people try to keep up they crash out of their on time causing a fatal accident of some sort..
