brick

What’s happening? I can’t move. I can’t even feel my legs. And why is it so dark? There’s nothing. Well there must be something because I’m thinking. I’m aware of this. Here. Now. But what else? I’m enclosed. Encased. Hemmed in. Oppressed even. If only I coudl move, stretch, get away from this…this…place. Whever itContinueContinue reading “Brick”