The weird out-of-body out-of-control feeling continues…
There’s a sensory shortfall… I can’t quite see and I can’t quite hear…
The air feels thick as I walk through it.
I watch my hands draw. I watch my pencil binding those ever tighter lines, constricting and strangling the alien paint clouds.
I feel like something is trying to catch up with me and I can’t run away.
But there’s also a sense of shrouded optimism… if I can just get through this bit, just hang on a bit longer… it’ll be ok
