Sebastien Prud'Homme Master of Arts in Interdisciplinary Studies E-Portfolio

​I feel that I am like those trees
Scoured by the uranium of bombs
The shifting flow of my tears
Like an atmospheric river
Surging toward the moon
The strangeness of the world around
me
This sensation of being at the center
of the controversy
I no longer hear, no longer look
I prefer the silence, the glacial cold
This blackout that I dream of
Is my life nothing but a hallucination?