The recurring, on-going, slow motion, dream of my childhood.
Being buried alive. By my family.
Every night. Every night beginning where it left off the night before. Continue reading
Debi T
Photos, Creative Experiments, Personal Musings
The recurring, on-going, slow motion, dream of my childhood.
Being buried alive. By my family.
Every night. Every night beginning where it left off the night before. Continue reading
