Somewhere deep inside us all lies an empty room, without any door or window but still its light is blinding, and made of immaculate white walls, all but one: the fourth wall is covered in faces from floor to ceiling. Faces of yourself and faces of those whom you used to know. You can try not to look but you will soon realize that the temptation is too strong and that even if you succeed, you still cannot avoid their eyes because there is nowhere to hide.
You know what they are and why they are here. They are the reminiscences of your past, the constant reminding of all the mistakes you have made and maybe of the only few things you have accomplished. This wall with a thousand eyes will always stare at you, judging you in perfect and complete silence. You do not even need to hear the voices of all these faces, you know exactly what they would say. The imaginary words start to fill your thoughts, crushing them, driving you insane, that is the sign of the wall taking power over you.
The most flawless torture chamber ever known to man resides in the mind and the worst thing is that you cannot run away from it unless the light takes you or until you stare back at the wall and its thousand eyes.
Un texte que j'ai écrit pour un devoir, il s'agissait d'écrire un texte sur les émotions que nous évoquait une image. Oui c'est encore Gylve Nagell.
