I saw it as one of the main sources of my stress. I just couldn’t stop watching it, even though I knew it was drastically slowing down my perception of time. We all stayed in the living-room together, but rarely spoke. Jenny said all that needed to be said – the only thing we can do is wait. When Jessie wasn’t outside smoking a cigarette, he was pacing around the first floor of the house and checking all of the windows… He wasn’t the only one who felt like we were being watched… Jenny stayed by the front bay and took on the role of a statue, forever watching the end of the road. There were moments when I could barely tell she was breathing. She stood completely still, with her feet about a foot apart and her arms folded across her chest. She never even shifted her weight to one side as most people do after standing in the same place for such a long period of time. Walt sat forward in the maroon chair.
What do You think about Trying To Survive (Part 2)?
