Saint Maud 2020
O, what things isolation and loneliness make of us.
It was as though she was a shadow in her own life. Even when she sat beside a lamp, she was covered in darkness. Light never seemed to truly touch her and when it did, the warmth of it always fell on her in sickly yellows. It never quite rested naturally against her skin.
When the light did finally touch her, it may have been the very first (and last) time she truly saw it.














