For years, the very beginning of Skinny Puppy's "Smothered Hope" has been a mind-picture for me of Alanna, hair whipping in the wind, standing on that seawall, turning to look at the "camera" - and bleaching out, coal-black hair to dark gold, scarlet robes to white - Alanna to Julia.
Little bits of my brain.
That thingie I just posted - that's not it, exactly. I think that in my "Smothered Hope" vision, the idea of jumping hasn't entered her head...
But Alanna's changed a lot in the 10+ years I've been seeing her on that wall.
And no, I haven't done it justice; my medicine is starting to weird my head, and I'm tired... but hey, I looked at her and wrote something...
And I'm going to bed.
But I leave you with this, a writing prompt very late in the day: