This is your Second Life

TIYSL Snapshot: Lately

*The river grumbles and sighs through a deep cut bed of stone worn smooth by time. He finds the water’s unrelenting complaints calming, a wall of certainty, in a world of opaque and obscure. Eyes closed, he feels the sticky-slick grit of a playing card in his hand, hears the scattershot percussion of a long forgotten song. Slowly, the sound of the water creeps back into his mind and bring the unnerving feeling of knowing. He looks down at the card that isn’t there, aware the song exist only behind his eyes, and wishes he couldn’t remember.*

Beautiful by Eminem