'I am working in a foundry for an unexplained reason. I am aware of my previous life, working at the University; it seems to still be continuing despite me not being present for it. A supervisor shows me and my fellow workers around the various jobs in the foundry. A co-worker comments that they already know this stuff. It is clearly aimed at me, as if they are being made to learn again because I have missed something. Time moves slowly – some of my co-workers have had two weeks additional training which I was apparently present for, but remember nothing of. I go to work hammering some miscellaneous metal. Whilst doing this I have flashbacks to my old life, complaining about something in the library. After work, the sun is setting over some scrapyards in the distance and I stroll away from the foundry. Behind me, the orange glow of the tanks bathes the yard in odd light, in front of me someone tries to turn a Ford Ka around so it can be parked between two giant metal drums.'
Random bits of construction and destruction...assorted shorter and shorter fiction lets call it. Mainly from being asleep.