I woke up to the loud ring beside my head, sat up staring blankly at the wall, trying to recollect fragments of existence, one by one....

Week 2, Monday morning, just another cold day. walked between the white walls, my class room. still smells, the singe of dry wall paint....

This is the first week of my Studio 1. Its winter and cold in where I am. Right here at my desk, beside my only warm companion, dark,...