crash

The bell tolls every morning and she will get up from bed and go to the chapel and pray. This morning, the sound was different-the bell crashed slowly to the floor.

"One need not be a chamber to be haunted;

One need not be a house;

The brain has corridors surpassing

Material place."

-- Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

I am sorry that I have to put in and out the texts and illustrations of this one. You see, I finally decided that I will share the story behind the illustration in relation with my past.

Where I grew up, there were two churches and they have bells that tolls at 5 am to remind people that the mass is about to begin. There was a time in my life that going to church every morning have become a habit. I have stayed in the nunnery, too--- thinking I will become a real nun one day. The bell tolls for me every day but, one day it crashed like blood clot trying to explode in my veins. I finally decided to go out, finished school and never returned. That is the end of the true story of that chapter in my life.