I think I'm being followed by otherworldly creatures, apparitions, some may call them ghosts. I think I'm being followed as I walk around, as I eat, as I move across moments in time. As I lay in bed counting seconds turned to minutes turned to hours turned into a new day and I'm being followed again.
Lady's field day/self-portrait in acrylics, pen
Do not look back, lest you see what one mustn't
Until we meet again x