Another wordless Wednesday
I know that the entire experience comes to me through several layers. I see it through the lens and retina of my eyes
I could see that hope is a kind of magic. I was hoping that the laws of physics would be lifted for me. Just for this time and just for five minutes. Just for long enough to end this call.
It’s not classic literature, or Russian, or French. It’s not scare-the-pants-off-you Steven King. It is, however, weird and disturbing.