Over the last few days, I tried to understand why these images appeared. The horse. The bus. The waiting room. The flooded tables. The eye. The lamp. The small black object on the floor. I thought they were trying to tell me something. But every time I forced an answer, the images became weaker. Eventually, I noticed something strange. The images themselves seemed unimportant. What kept returning was not the horse. Not the eye. Not the room. But a certain condition. Something prepared, but not yet begun. Something finished, but not yet announced. Something being waited for, without knowing what. I do not understand it. But I think I have seen it before.