…the world comes crashing down. With one word, one sentence, a good day can turn into a bad one, a smile can fade quickly into a frown and tears now flood the bath with cold water. How fragile one’s world is, like a thin glass sphere carefully balanced in the goblin king’s hands.
Memory is a world in which we cannot control. Either we remember or we don’t. It can be a frighting state to be in, not knowing what is going on around you. I feel that way every day- what is truth, and what is a lie. We can only sort it out with what we believe, which is doubly hard when you really don’t believe in anything. A continuation of the story can be found under the tab Ecritures. It’s not much, but please don’t forget about it.