A beautifully simple, but profound moment. A great example of showing and not telling.

what is real, what is fake, where do we go when we die, does any of this even mean anything, what is a room, what makes a backroom, is this a metaphor for the psyche

maybe

Organized religion is one helluva drug.

SFF #6

My mind was flooded with childhood memories of when I stayed in shelters with my mother.

sff #1