I remember that day; as the color drains from my face, and I feel a mild unease creeping up my throat. The words at the tip of my tongue, shuffling inside my mouth. The image crumpled up not as vivid as before, just the ambiance of black and white, but I could still feel my surroundings. Not the way you do when you reach out to touch the object in front you of you with your bare hands, no, I can feel the surroundings like the walls closing in on me. Laying in distress as its ceaseless lesson on this broken record stuck on the same note. Only because I recognized it, it was familiar; a place you go by everyday not knowing it would be the destination to a catastrophe you would only see in movies. No action, no cuts, no editing this part out of
