Flashback in Wymering
As we embarked on our second visit to Wymering Manor, a palpable sense of anticipation filled the air, heightened by the intrigue surrounding the sensory mapping exercises awaiting us. Our initial foray into these activities involved an exploration of our pulses, a seemingly straightforward endeavour that unexpectedly unravelled a tapestry of personal memories. For me, this exercise became an intimate journey back to childhood nights when my mother's lullabies and stories were my bedtime companions. The struggle to synchronize my breathing with hers, a ritual to induce sleep, evoked a wave of emotion, particularly poignant as I hadn't seen my mom in the past nine months. The act of feeling my pulse became a poignant reflection of not just my physiological state but a profound emotional connection to my past. In this reflective state, I found solace in the company of my classmates, each engaged in their own pulse-inspired recollections. It was during this exercise that Sebasti...