That was a long coma. I have been in this dark room since the last light has hit my earth. I can't tell if I am awake or still in another dream. I can't recognize the reality. The last reality I remember was my former vision. I felt like it only lasted for a moment or less. It was a moment but it was a moment of silver. "What moment am I talking about,” you ask? It all started on a pretty average day... 

"DRUW DREW DROW" was the sound of the vibration at exactly 9 o'clock in Alexander's head.

Alexander: Another day came along, another pile of work that had a kind of meaning for a while but now it had become an icon for capitalism in his head.

He then wakes up for his daily routine; eats a dish of potato for breakfast to stay alive another day, takes a shower to stay alive for another day, checks his mail box knowing that it is filled with taxes he must do, reverse-payment work. "Reverse-payment work, what a funny word with a funnier meaning,” says Alexander before continuing his daily routine... 

He flips another page in the calendar and calls it a day without understanding why he has to flip this piece of paper each time the earth moves in a circle around itself like a dumb dog chasing its tail, abandons that thought then goes for the piano lesson, comes back home, eats a dish of fish for dinner, goes for a walk that stopped meaning anything to him except a part of his daily routine. 

Stolen novel; please report.

While on the walk: He started thinking about why is he doing this routine. Is it the fear of changing? Of course not. His life was a spinning wheel, so he feared no change. Is it the fear of death? Maybe. He stopped caring about being alive or not but still doing a routine that keeps him alive because he knows nothing else to do. Is it something else? No one knows because he doesn't know. Is he losing his powers by the passing of days? Yes, he does and he is aware of that.

Why doesn't he stop it? What a silly question! It is his only joy in this devoid of meaning in life. 

Mick stopped jumping from thought to thought to see a huge black horse coming at him. 

SUDDENLY he feels like everything has stopped and he has the ability to move and dodge the horse but he doesn't want to. 

He felt a masochist desire to bump with the hose. He saw this before. Is this deja-vu or is it his desire to beat his routine of ordinary life. He felt so excited to do it, and he can't deny it. He is going for it, but he lost all his control over his own body! He feels controlled like a puppet. He is being pulled away from the horse to life another day. 

That event was his mind occupant. 

Few days ago:

Everything is fine now. The event is still in his mind but in a different way

He is doing his daily routine again, but something feels fresher. He eats the potatoes in breakfast to live another meaningful day with the meaning of satisfying his knowledge desire by knowing what happened in that event. He flips the calendar again knowing why he is repeating his routine. 

He is repeating his routine until he meets that black horse that he called "fate", until he meets his horse,until he meets his fate.