Eyes closed, eyes open; blue mosaic tiles reflected on rippling water, we’re either in a bathroom or maybe a swimming pool. An alarm is beeping, it’s a clock time is passing. We’re on the edge of a swimming pool, a man is standing there alongside a woman, both in white swimming suits. The beeping is getting louder. The man puts on his goggles as the woman stretch preparing for the dive but the man has no arms so he gets help from the woman to get into the water. He bites on her hand as he slowly slips into the pool while the sound is getting more intense and louder; it no longer feels like a clock but perhaps the sound of a heart monitor or that of a bomb. The man releases the girl’s hand from the grip of his teeth and falls into the water with a splash leaving the girl with a bloody hand. He begins swimming with sharp breaths it is unclear if he’s struggling to swim or if he’s just sprinting, with each dive the guy dives back into his mind, a flashback of a present box accompanied with even more intense beeping, it is not a gift but a bomb that’s about to explode. Weiterlesen „Flashbacks, a dive into memory and trauma“ →