Shit, he was still only here.
He’s passed out following 17 hours on the road. And he’d been out for nigh on as many hours.
In that time his mind had taken him all over the place. Up the mountains, across the rivers and over the lakes. He’d hacked through thick, ever thickening, jungles. The foliage lush, it inspired.
But most of all, his mind had taken him out of this place, and for him to wake up and find himself still only here… it was, to say the least, frustrating. He pulled himself to his feet – sore and cracked though they were – and began what would be another grueling day.
DJ Krush: Road To Nowhere
One A Day 