She lay on the bed surrounded by concrete and bricks, roughly hewn from strong men’s hands, but behind closed eyes she saw the sea. The soft billowing curtains covered not the ugliness of man but a dappled ocean. She could hear the waves and taste the salty cool breeze that touched her lips. It stretched and expanded in her mind’s eye; embodying a nameless yearning that she carried near her heart. It pulsed and pulled, throbbed and soothed, molding itself into a memory.
What is life but a series of memories? Follow our heroine as she journeys thru hers, to make sense of a world and life full of color confusion noise and beauty. Immerse and surrender yourself to the power of her remembering’s as sense and order are pulled from chaos and confusion. Meander thru her landscape, step in her footfalls and let beauty become your memories too.