(Source image: "Monika" from MPL Studios)
She felt utterly naked and altogether alone in the world. She wondered to herself if the weight of her decision had some how created a metaphysical singularity by bending time and space and collapsing every thing in on it’s self. She felt that the room was collapsing in on her giving her an extreme feeling of claustrophobia but at the same time the room was getting bigger. The walls seemed to be rushing away from her, but was she getting smaller and rushing away from the walls. She new that in heavy gravity situations time was slowed, and time had, for her, all but stopped, but time was simultaneously racing. Every thought that she had ever had and every thought she would ever have were all filling her mind compressing down becoming one and that thought was “Stay”. Defiantly, she awaited his command. She knew that her head of Secret Service would be busting in the doors to the Oval office at any moment and ordering her to evacuate to the underground command center half a mile beneath her feet.
So... Lexi Writes about how she came to the ideas of the writing or about the writing its self. I like that idea and I thought I would try that this week as well. I have however insufficient time just now... again more later.
it's later now... the idea that I worked over was the idea of being in an interview, either her or the person looking at her. The idea was that in an interview situation you imagine the interviewer as naked to some how relieve the stress of the situation I was going to mention that imagining her naked only added to the stress. Next was the notion of her in the oval office but in more of a time thing where Time could be focused through a lens and the focal point was her and this Decision that she has made and that with all of time being focused right down on her... like burning ants with a magnifying glass time had blasted her reality away the office her clothing metaphysically speaking. then there was thought that some how I could work the Cern collider in and her head felt like the target.
maybe this wasn't such a profound idea... Lexi's make this sound so much cooler... perhaps next time
