You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
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You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And you know that there is no past, no future, there is only this blackness, changing faintly, slowly, but always the same.

— Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
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