Catfart

The phrase tickled at his brain every time he’d lain down at night. It was Latin, of that he was certain. But why did it torment him – In the only moment of freedom he can find – with the macabre images of what was long lost? What high did his mind get from this? What did it mean? These thoughts he pushed aside with some effort, they are pointless illusions created naturally by the mind during the final stage of a human sleep cycle – when the body’s muscles are shut down, and brain activity is dangerously high and fifteen seconds breeds hours of said imaging. Just as natural and pointless as fish in the water as far a