Nothing can put a mind into a trance-state like the monotonous voice of a high school history teacher.
While we were learning about the Triangle Shirtwaist fire during the Industrial Revolution, I was doing my best to keep my head up from boredom. However, something the teacher said caused...
I have no idea where these visions came from. I'm hesitant to call them memories of my own, because it was as though I was looking at them from the outside, not as though I was the person in focus.
The first that I think was related to this same person, was a picture of a shed standing...