Statistics as an Author
“Windows stared back at me as blind eyes, and a sour, damp smell hung over everything, rotten and mixed with something I couldn’t place.”
“Every step forward made my mind scream to turn back, and every step pulled my heart closer to whatever waited ahead.”
“The paths twisted with a sense of déjà vu so intense it made my head throb, as if I had lived a version of this story before.”