Stumbling into images..

A swift, crushing sensation….the common side effect of being torn through distant places.

An image. A scene. Somewhere I’ve been? Perhaps… Somewhere someone’s been? Most definitely…

Wooden everything, very dark. Night. Dim interior light…… fire, sickly electric, or lantern light I think.

People standing behind the railing of a second floor balcony. So much wood…looks old. Stained.

They look like they’re getting their picture taken. A man is smiling, a woman is laughing belligerently.

The shadows that melt into the wall behind them….much too detailed for a simple imaginary construct.

Are those…green drapes?

Very quick… like a camera’s flash, this scene.

Left me feeling…….