Object Permanence – A Tale of two Perspectives.

http://www.artseasons.co.za/

The sun was in my face, making my body damp and causing me to lower my eyes. My dress was stuck to my back and liquid trickled down from the hollow of my left armpit, tickling, leaving a trail of salt down my side. I placed my elbows on my knees, breaking that contact with my inner arms (I detest that sticky feeling). The inside of a car is the hottest place on earth on a hot day. The window was down and outside noises and dust had me raising it back up but only a little. The road was full of potholes and bumps so I was sweaty, sticky, dusty and uncomfortable. The hospital was up head. My stomach was queasy and my anxiety was rising with every turn of the wheels. So now, I was sweaty, sticky, dusty, uncomfortable and anxious. I only needed the urge to pee.

Continue reading “Object Permanence – A Tale of two Perspectives.”