26 Frb 2018
Over an year ago, I read, on fb, of this youth who suffered fatal burns in a nuclear reactor accident in Japan.
I was warned of disturbing images and yet I clicked the continue button and immediately regretted it.
There was the picture of red flesh resembling a human body that had been freshly skinned.
All of the limbs had been suspended from the roof of the white bed only the torso and head were on the bed. The limbs looked longer than they were because of how thin they had become with the layer of skin gone.
The insane hospital had kept him alive in that state for 80 days, instead of letting him go. He was allowed that privilege after pleading for it.
I was in California at that time, and all alone in my hotel suite, with no white lights but dim yellow lights. For a few days after, I continued to feel dull and depressed.
I don't know why, but last week, with absolutely no provocation, the memory of that image came back and stayed for a while. What made it worse than before was, it was a family member in that state. Don't know how and why my mind conjured up such an image. But I felt sick again.
The thing about having good memory is, you are unable to dislodge even unpleasant and disturbing images from your mind and the result is, recursive suffering.
Or, is everything alright with me?
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