Drip.. Drip.. The sound of liquid hitting the floor echoed loud in my head. I massaged my temples. Looking up, I smiled at Nickel who’s grey face was two seats ahead of me at the dining table. The gaping oil painting beyond her dripped black down the canvas onto the dark maroon wall. A patch … More Subtleties of the Subconscious.
The sun was in my face, making my body damp and causing me to lower my eyes. My dress was stuck to my back and liquid trickled down from the hollow of my left armpit, tickling, leaving a trail of salt down my side. I placed my elbows on my knees, breaking that contact with … More Object Permanence – A Tale of two Perspectives.