Awakening from the unending nightmare.
Head pounding, eyes on fire.
Vision blurred. His memory worse.
The blow to the head.
The smell of damp earth.
The memory of a pair of sneakers that seemed so disturbingly familiar.
Reaching out. Cold wire, sharp and unyielding.
He was locked
(and inspired by a dreadful awakening)
*shot with nikon d700, edited in aperture 3, analog efex pro 2 double exposure filter and converted to mono with silver ex pro 2, disbelief suspended*