Week 6 - Eschewal

And with that photo she discovered something abstract, but at the same time sort of surreal. The pacifier which she was holding had the same design as the one in the photo. She was shocked, then started to think that most of all pacifiers have a very similar design and are most commonly used by infants. But for some strange reason the one this girl had found had something about it that made her want to believe that it's the same as the one in the photo. She was willing and able to quietly resist the fact that there was some truth within the finding of this seemingly unimportant infant device. But there was a truth behind this finding. A strange, feeble, would be grotesque if at all possible truth. If only she could figure out what that truth was. She then sits down in the tall grass by the tree which she found the pacifier. She really starts to re-think the flashback she had of herself in the car while it was raining, waiting for her mother to come walking out from inside the garage. The reality of that is, her mother never came out. Was her mother caught up on the phone or was she talking to her husband about something? To help this girl try and clear these things up more, she begins to walk around the flat area with which she was in. Lighting up another Marlboro, she paces around while concentrating on the flashback. It all seemed pretty vague because it was like remembering a dream after you wake up. A lot if it just wasn't there. Something new that she did remember from that flashback was that there were red lights flashing around and the so-called "car" had only two small square windows right next to each other and the inside was like a big white box. The dog was almost asleep by the base of the tree by now. It was around early evening, the sun was already turning orange as it was setting, so the girl decided to stay where she was until the next morning.

Week 5 - Continuum

She continues to follow the sound she heard from the dog. Before she knows it, she is on a beaten down path with the grass all pressed down from other people walking on it. Slowly but surely, she starts to think about the recent flashback she had with the dogs barking at her. Trying to piece together the how and why of that flashback, along with the photo that she still had. All this confusion made her feel that she was living reflected in the spoon. She continues to walk down the grassy path trying to keep an eye on that dog. Wondering where it was taking her, she stopped to look around at where she was, the problem was, she had no idea where to go to get out and back to civilization. By now she's wondering, is it worth risking more time trying to get back to where she was, or just keep walking to find out where that dog is really going. As she stands by a tall oak tree with the sunbeams shining down across the front of her, she looks around with anticipation, before heading off farther into the woods to follow that dog to wherever it leads her. There wasn't much in the way of thorns or really steep hills, just nice slopes and valleys. The dog was about thirty to fifty feet in front of her sniffing as though it was tracing a scent. With it's tail still wagging, it started to bark at a certian tree. The girl caught up to the dog to see what it was barking at. For as strange as it sounds, the dog was barking at an old baby pacifer which was laying lodged between two big branches. It was pretty old, all brown and faded in color. The acual rubber part of the pacifer was faded to off white. She pries it out from the tree branchs to look at it more closely. At first glance it looked like any old pacifer. She then started to compare it to the photo which she had found a while ago.

Week 4 - Mellifluous

She keeps walking down along the rocks, comes up to a small waterfall with a shallow pool of water around it with rocks piled around it, almost like an entry to a cave. She sets the photo down between a couple of bigger rocks. She then kicks off her flip-flops and starts wading into the water, with the water running across her legs from the current. Another beautiful sight of her slowly walking up to the falling water with her hands out to catch it. She then closes her eyes and tilts her head back as the water runs down her body. Afterward, she is sitting on a rock with her knees up to her face, still barefoot in her short, one piece summer dress, with her brunette hair all to one side, still wet from the water. She moves her feet around in the water while again looking at that photo and thinking about who it could be. She lightly bites her finger, squints and looks around from where she is sitting. She wishes she was still with her friends during nighttime drives with the glow of cell phone screens, and the car windows open to feel the breeze from the interstate. She closes her eyes as she runs her hand through her hair along the right side, grazing past an old scar on her temple right by her hairline. While trying to hold back tears from what gave her that scar. It's now mid-morning and she heads further down through the rocky path which led her to the small waterfall. Her dress eventually dries from the sunlight. She lowers her white sunglasses back down from her head and holds onto the photo tightly as she keeps walking around the trees away from that small waterfall. After hearing a dog ruffle through the grass, she was then drawn to curiosity and decided to follow it.

Week 3 - Empiricism

It started to rain. She was cold and wet, and started to cry with the overwhelming, hard to breath tightning in her chest. She kept spurting in breathts, trying not to cry as much. All she wanted was to be at home where at least she knew it was safe and warm. She decided to try and look for the fastest way out of the field that she was in and away from the pond. She headed over by the tree line where she saw the dog run to after she woke up. Started to look around, up and down the tree trunks, she spots an old brown tainted poloroid photo of her mother. The photo was lying among various dead leaves. She crouches down to pick it up and squints closely at it, trying to figure out who it is. The photo of her mother was of her not even looking at the camera, because she cared too much about her daughter to look up at the camera. The acual photo was crinkled and dried from water damage, with a brown tint of old dirt sticking to the back of it. Just like an old musty book with the dried wavy brown pages. She holds on to the photo while scratching the top of her head as she keeps looking around along the ground. She then turns around and heads back through the tall grass of the field, past the pond toward what looks like a long skinny gravel road. It was only a couple feet wide, had more dirt than acual gravel though. She starts down the gravel path while occasionally looking at the photo of her mother, still trying to figure out who it is while walking down into the rocky abyss.