ENTRY DESCRIPTION
This was the scene I dreamt after repeat Allen Ginsberg’s The Howl for 8 hours.

There was an abysmal hole in the center of the city, and it looked as if it had been caused by a meteorite. Everyone was walking towards the abysmal hole at a normal pace, and I was the only exception. What was more was that soon enough, I realized that everyone in the crowd was myself. I was surely standing in the middle of a crowd, but I also felt alone because every single person in the crowd was myself. I was practically surrounded by myself.

AUTHOR
Yvonne Lu is a Taiwan-born fine art photographer who currently residing in New York City.

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