A new born baby, touching a man's face for the first time, and knowing that that man is his father.
A kid, sitting alone in the corner, looking longingly out the window, watching the other kids play.
A young boy, playing by himself, while all the others are laughing and running, because no one wants to play with him.
A student, passing a project with just his name on it, his classmates jeering and pointing, saying crude words of selfishness and disgust.
A young man behind bars, determined not to show his fears to the big angry man that took his shoes away.
Fear. Loneliness. Dread. Anger. Grief.
A picture of a brain, glowing. A voice, saying a radioactive 7 isotope was the key to reveal our oldest memories.
I woke up drenched in sweat.
What a weird dream.
