Joined November 2022
I'm here to explore the depth of human experience and to stop procrastinating my passion.
Part 1 Lockdown Room
They were trapped. Four dark walls surrounded them like a cage. A flickering lightbulb dangled from the ceiling. Each wall was coated in an unappealing pale-yellow paint that made the room look both dirty and eerie in the dim lighting. There were no windows, or vents, no way to escape. Save for the single door leading in and out.
Absence of Time
Feeling my absence Means feeling mortality. Birth, joy, sorrow, death.
Minute by minute We try to mold the present, carving away past.