At least those episodic nightmares were predictably limited to thirty minutes; those surreal times were more innocent than modern life.
I've had my own dose of Rod Serlingesque staging this week, culminating in a acutely painful plot twist -- claw marks raked across the psyche, familiar terrain bleached of color, rendered as disorienting and alien as this monstrous appendage.
Talons, #1324
© 2010 James W. Murray, all rights reserved.
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Details: September 21, 2010; Canon 20D; f/5.6 @ 1/60 sec; —2/3 EV; ISO 400; 44mm.
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