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You know how an image sort of sticks in your head and sometimes when you're doing something else, it'll just casually assert itself and knock everything else in your brain askew?
Yeah.
A week or so back, me and Adam were walking back from an encounter with our mutual friend alcohol, when we noticed the main street into Kingston was incredibly quiet. It was also extremely dark for 6pm, which added to the eeriness. As we got closer, we realised that there were police at the mouth of the street, directing all traffic a different way.
Now, growing up in London through the 90s, I am very familiar with the threat of terrorism. You're walking through a street that should be filled with people going home, then suddenly everything thins out, the main street's been closed off and your stomach drops automatically. As a child, and even now, the IRA has been one of my greatest fears. They're not as active now as they were in the 90's, but whenever I see a busy street that's been suddenly closed off, I think of them. It's that link to my childhood, listening for threats, watching the after-effects of their bombs on the news, I think, that stuck what happened so thoroughly in my head. Even though it didn't involve them.
The police didn't wave us away when we went to walk down the street. What we noticed though, was that there were a great deal of emergency vehicles. When we got to the end of the street, where the pedestrians usually cross, there was almost complete silence. Aside from the police, there was nobody there. And the street was covered in blood, some of which was rolling down towards us.
I don't know, just the image of the blood rolling towards us keeps randomly popping back into my head at unrelated times. I've tried talking about it to try to deal with it, and now I've tried writing about it. Hopefully, that'll help.
Another thing that's been in my head lately was a dream I had about my mother. She was holding up lots of manuscripts and telling me that since she'd never been able to publish her writing, I should publish something for her. Talking to my uncle about it later, I found out that she did used to love writing a lot and kept a journal most of her life (I didn't know about that, but then I don't know a lot about her) as well as working on several fiction pieces. So that was weird.
Cast Adrift is opening Friday! It is also coincidentally the same day my friend is sneaking me into his writing class. Promises to be an exciting day all round. Good show.
Yeah.
A week or so back, me and Adam were walking back from an encounter with our mutual friend alcohol, when we noticed the main street into Kingston was incredibly quiet. It was also extremely dark for 6pm, which added to the eeriness. As we got closer, we realised that there were police at the mouth of the street, directing all traffic a different way.
Now, growing up in London through the 90s, I am very familiar with the threat of terrorism. You're walking through a street that should be filled with people going home, then suddenly everything thins out, the main street's been closed off and your stomach drops automatically. As a child, and even now, the IRA has been one of my greatest fears. They're not as active now as they were in the 90's, but whenever I see a busy street that's been suddenly closed off, I think of them. It's that link to my childhood, listening for threats, watching the after-effects of their bombs on the news, I think, that stuck what happened so thoroughly in my head. Even though it didn't involve them.
The police didn't wave us away when we went to walk down the street. What we noticed though, was that there were a great deal of emergency vehicles. When we got to the end of the street, where the pedestrians usually cross, there was almost complete silence. Aside from the police, there was nobody there. And the street was covered in blood, some of which was rolling down towards us.
I don't know, just the image of the blood rolling towards us keeps randomly popping back into my head at unrelated times. I've tried talking about it to try to deal with it, and now I've tried writing about it. Hopefully, that'll help.
Another thing that's been in my head lately was a dream I had about my mother. She was holding up lots of manuscripts and telling me that since she'd never been able to publish her writing, I should publish something for her. Talking to my uncle about it later, I found out that she did used to love writing a lot and kept a journal most of her life (I didn't know about that, but then I don't know a lot about her) as well as working on several fiction pieces. So that was weird.
Cast Adrift is opening Friday! It is also coincidentally the same day my friend is sneaking me into his writing class. Promises to be an exciting day all round. Good show.