"Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart."
- Kafka on the Shore, Haruki Murakami
The images came in waves, as they are prone to do. The shattering of a glass, the raising of a voice, the shouting of words meant to devastate: each brought its own bit of information, the pieces coming together like a crudely cut puzzle.
Isak sat at a table on the sidewalk outside of a cafe, his heart suddenly racing and his forehead collecting sweat. His hands began to shake, fingers trembling, unable to maintain a steady grasp on anything they touched. His head vibrated, swirled, went too fast and too slow simultaneously. ( He recognized the early stages of a panic attack and, in a brief moment of lucidity, cursed himself for having it happen here - in public, with all these people around. )
Word Count | 588
- Kafka on the Shore, Haruki Murakami
The images came in waves, as they are prone to do. The shattering of a glass, the raising of a voice, the shouting of words meant to devastate: each brought its own bit of information, the pieces coming together like a crudely cut puzzle.
Isak sat at a table on the sidewalk outside of a cafe, his heart suddenly racing and his forehead collecting sweat. His hands began to shake, fingers trembling, unable to maintain a steady grasp on anything they touched. His head vibrated, swirled, went too fast and too slow simultaneously. ( He recognized the early stages of a panic attack and, in a brief moment of lucidity, cursed himself for having it happen here - in public, with all these people around. )
Word Count | 588
Current Mood:
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