I Walked So Fast

And it was autumn when I walked, November, always November, late evenings with drizzling rain and the streetlights flashing past high above my head and because I walked so fast, it was as though they came on and off, those lights, never stopping and could suddenly crackle sharply in the damp air and send off flashes of blue lightning around them while my words circled in my brain and my thoughts sparked like an electric current and perhaps looked blue as light sometimes could, if you were to slice through my brain to study what was happening.

Per Petterson, I Curse the River of Time