He was on chewing gum. Churn, churn, bubble gubble. Constantly. I want it, I want

chewing gum. Though he was on pills at first, cos he would bring out a white capped white bottle that shook like little pearls, pop open the cap, and stuff pills into his mouth. Then, chew perhaps because it was required for that type of drug. But, it was a new cup of chewing gum, extra white.

Betrayal, like triangle frames balancing on space network, the cut of the metal, the frail collapse of regular straight-line possibilities. A spaceman on a fire jet, hurtling across an unpredicted path, sputtering, blowing out, burning himself, spinning round and round and shattering, and fighting the journey, and landing slam, on a hard floor.