I saw a figure indescribable, mounted upon a thing incredible, pursuing the unknowable across a vast and meaningless place.
I saw dozens of things like this—none of which can be described. Once I saw a large machine with churning arms and it was all bubbly and yet hard and mechanical.
All about me moved a great current and a wave of feelingless substance.
Then I felt a beating of forces upon me, I felt a hammering at me and I felt a pressure pushing upon the whirling, imaginary pools of my being and a curious coldness setting in.
I shivered and looked around. I was naked in the middle of the street; the stars were out and the drone of airplanes audible. People were running up and down and a hose was playing upon the front of a burning building. The wardens were digging in some ruins with crowbars and shovels.
A man came running up to me and threw a blanket over my trembling shoulders.