Philippa King: Touching Reality

Philippa King Touching Reality 2015 +
Faintly, my reflection stares back at me. I cannot trust myself. What is real? In jamais-vu, familiar surroundings have become alien to me. Slowly navigating the world through the sense of touch can be grounding until it is ‘normal’ again. I don’t recognise this stranger. But I stretch out my hand to feel real, to touch reality.

© Philippa King
blog: Cross Over the Road

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