I’m usually very rational… But there’s a time every month when I’m convinced that close friends despise me, I’m paranoid that my family are conspiring to die suddenly and unexpectedly and to leave me here orphaned and alone, and that every single one of you
(An instrumental version of John Lennon’s Imagine plays over the top of the scene, no other sound until the pivotal moment) (Slow-motion) Vatican City, two years later. (Seen from above) The Order of the Red Knight march in a circle around a tiled courtyard performing
She had been terrified of it as a kid. She had no idea what the word was for the feeling it gave her then but even as a 5 year old the creepy sense of paranoia was there. The eyes always seemed to be watching.
When she woke, she was in a circular room. There was nothing but majestic stone from floor to ceiling. She figured she must be in the turret of a castle. Sitting up she felt a throbbing pain coming from the back of her head and
They were beyond panic now. They’d been drifting for hours. Like everything else on their trip, it had been funny at first – but then everything had started to disappear over the horizon. First the garish shops on the promenade vanished from view, then the
Negative qualities? Well I’m a perfectionist. Oh, and a bit of a square-eyes. In fact, if you could be medically diagnosed a square-eyes I’d be terminally ill. Years of self-abuse have left me incredibly neurotic. For example – I don’t believe in ghosts, superheroes, aliens
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