"Her spirit began whispering to her that sometimes you seem so small and the area all around you so big--like the walk to the confessional with a mind of complex sins; the wake behind the nurse in the doctor's office, as you tread in to hear what you already believe to be a dark result; and that trudge of a woman down the passageway to a bedroom against her will. It all seemed at that instant, the very same. It was so big and looming, trapezoidal and shifting--wouldn't stay still, and was getting fuzzier with each footfall..it was surreal and blackening, and rotating off its axis, it was the longest, longest...walkway..." Wifey