The Rundown Display of a Life in Sequence

From a dream.

(Digital)

Like so many of my dreams, this one started out on a stage, turned into a brief (and suitably bracing) homage to Silent Hill, and then became a series of odd museum-like rooms along one side of an infinite hallway. Almost everything in every room was lacquer black, shining, and wet. The walls and ceilings were rotten and bowing. I thought it was someone’s idea of a memory of a life they had imagined, with a room for every important event. But the display had slipped their mind and was slowly washing away.