The storm - washed me out
submission for 2025-june "the storm"
inspiration from "The Storm" written by Daniel DaFoe in 1704. The Storm is a work detailing a terrible week-long storm that buffeted England, and has been called (by Wikipedia) one of the first substantial works of modern journalism.
The past few months have shown me how fragile life and the mind can be. I slipped into a state of sleep anxiety, trapped in constant "fight or flight". It started subtly... just some late-night journaling before bed. Then I began waking in the middle of the night, my mind racing as if it were working in the background, pushing me to record more memories. At first it felt manageable, but soon the thoughts became relentless, and sleep itself slipped out of reach.
During the day, memory gaps, reality blurred. I saw shapes in shadows, heard voices in the gurgling sink. I felt myself losing grip, sliding sinking toward ego death.
It only took a prescribed sleep helper and a few nights of real sleep to free myself from the nightmare. All good now ^.^ just rebuilding takes time.
PS. "the storm" audio book was a good sleep aid :)
making the pudding
- noob pencil drawing under water in sink
- gray paint, blue food coloring
- LED lights, smoke maker
- webcam and some software called shotcut