Friday, 14 January 2011

From the Box in my mind

The next morning I received a knock on my motel door. I opened it to find a man holding a camera pointing at me, and a woman holding a microphone in my face. I immediately slammed the door. Five minutes later I put on Jon's denim jacket and walked into reception to talk to them. I convinced them to give me a lift to the hospital in exchange for an interview.

That was the first conscious memory I had of reciting the details of the accident.

It was the first time I consciously realised the memory of the accident was playing on repeat in my mind. In my head I referred to it as my personal in-flight movie.

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