Inklings 2023

I’m not sure how I got here. All I really, really remember throughout these past few days was: - A pale, white room - A familiar coolness and: - Them. There they were. Holding a lead tipped stick, and with it, my sense of existence finally felt… tangible? They waved the stick, scratching it against the barren walls of my psyche. The figure stared into me and permeated through my entire existence. I in them, them in me. The scribbles grew louder and louder, with intensity swelling. Then finally, there was me. THE MAKING OF ME Julia Cuy ’25 34