Passage Analysis

Passage Analyse

“It’s so dark that for a while-just how long I don’t know-I think I’m still
unconscious. Then, slowly, it comes to me that unconscious people don’t have a
sensation of movement through the dark, accompanied be a faint, rhythmic sound
that can only be a squeaky wheel. And I can feel contract, from the top of my head
to the balls of my heels. I can smell something that might be rubber, or maybe
vinyl. This is not unconsciousness, and there is something too…too what? Too
rational about these sensations for it to be a dream.
Then what is it?
Who am I?
And what is happening to me?
The squeaky wheel quits its stupid rhythm and I stop moving. There is a
crackle around me from the rubber-smelling stuff.
A voice: “Which one did they say?”
A pause.
Second voice: “Four, I think. Yeah, four.”
We start to move again, but more slowly. I can hear the faint scruff of feet
now, probably in soft-soled ...