Striking & Powerful Quote: I am not the person I thought I was when I woke this morning. But who was that? I think. When was I that person?
Word-Image: The sky has clouded over, and a thin mist hangs in the air. The ground is soggy underfoot; it feels like walking on quicksand.
Sound-Image: From the outside I hear the sound of whistling, punctured by the heavy drilling and an occasional burst of staccato laughter, but even that recedes to a gentle buzz as I sit in the armchair.
Haiku: My memory creeps Becoming my mere nightmare That I face alone
I am not the person I thought I was when I woke this morning. But who was that? I think. When was I that person?
Word-Image:
The sky has clouded over, and a thin mist hangs in the air. The ground is soggy underfoot; it feels like walking on quicksand.
Sound-Image:
From the outside I hear the sound of whistling, punctured by the heavy drilling and an occasional burst of staccato laughter, but even that recedes to a gentle buzz as I sit in the armchair.
Haiku:
My memory creeps
Becoming my mere nightmare
That I face alone