Memoir Journal Issue 12

“Suppose if, like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible, you were to lower yourself slowly into his mind, you would see something like a cylindrical structure around you (you are suspended on a tight black steel cable, barely a hair’s breadth away from the ground because the alarm would trigger if any part of you brushed up against any one of the glowing red laser beams), lined with glass panels or screens, and you could see on them, each playing something different simultaneously, images like: figures leaping off of a skyscraper, falling (the most natural motion of bodies), slowly, in an almost choreography, even occasionally lifted upward by the wind (tight black steel cables again) like leaves …”

- From “Middle of the Night” by HC Hsu, Third Place Prize Winner