Memory Place Essay and Collage

Plunging into the lukewarm depths, the volume of the water absorbs my body. Swimming downward towards the forest floor as ripples of sunlight dance between the trees, the water flows over my skin in a cool wisp. I take a breath; extraordinary, as my lungs fill with life. the water.... is light; airy, but smells of pine. 

The underbrush sways back and forth in harmony as my body hovers along the lake's bottom. The trees reach upward toward the glowing, oscillating surface above. The sun peaking through the limbs offers no warmth, as the water shelters my body in a numbing, thick embrace. My limbs are slow and heavy, but free and hanging in anti-gravity.

A large, decaying tree gradually lays down before me. Though falling in grace, the muffled thud carries the weight of 10 tons. The tree's corpse is still, but the debris is pungent and curling. Compost hits my face as the smell of decomposing bark fills my nostrils; a damp, warm sensation. The texture is gritty. I can feel the flecks sticking to my tongue. The taste is of the inside of an old barrel, left to rot; I struggle to rid my mouth of the dirt, but the taste lingers.

I pick a strange fruit from a nearby branch. The speckled-shape rests comfortably in my grasp. As I press the fruit against my tongue, the fuzzy-texture tickles my lip. Sweet flesh floods my mouth and overflows from my teeth. The taste is temporary; fading, and I quickly gorge the sweet fruit, leaving only the chewy stem to remain.

I compress my legs and push off the spongy, forest's bottom. I dart upward toward the water's surface, the liquid rushing through my hair and limbs. The weight of the water is gradually relieves pressure from my head as I ascend from the dim depths.

As I break the surface, the bright light of the sun-soaked world blinds my sight and I clench my eyes. My blood plummeting to my feet, as I soar higher and higher. My breathing becomes short and fast as I clutch desperately at thin weightless air. My body is heavy and gravity overwhelms my mind. My trajectory turns downward to the landscape 1000 feet below. My gut is in my throat and a crescendo of violins resonates in my heart. I'm falling, falling, Falling, FALLING!


                                  The silence bares a slight ringing in my ears. The darkness is thick and ambiguous. The amorphous cushion caresses my head in warmth and comfort. My consciousness struggles to reorient itself in space and time. My feet press against the cold, splintering floor and the glow overwhelms my vision as my fingers flick the bathroom light-switch.