a story from the inside
epilepsy·@kieron·
0.000 HBDa story from the inside
<html> <p>It began as nothing more than intensified feelings of nostalgia. I would be on a bus, looking out the window reminiscing time spent in London. I would immerse myself in the memory, in the phenomenological experiences of unnamable moments. I would be drawn in, seduced... then abruptly... Nothing! The bus continued...</p> </html>