Six Nights on the Sun
The massive hallucinatory nightmare flashed in fragmented strobe light fashion in his mind, before his eyes, into his ears as sonic booms, shot out through the ends of his fingers, bubbled up in his mouth and down his throat, in what they call “the suicidal delirium tremon dance”. And he danced it straight through its burning end. And out into the scorching world for another lap around the track. And then some.