Today i felt the gray coming towards me, fogging my sight, holding me down. This is the worst kind of vice because it is the worst thing for me and yet, like an addict, I cannot stop. How do you turn your back on your hometown? How do you say no to the place that loved you first?
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First and foremost, I adore how sensational your writing is. Right off the bat, the line – “i felt the Seattle gray coming towards me, fogging my sight, holding me down” – impresses on the reader this feeling of suffocation. Like a storm cloud rushing forward, threatening to unleash upon any soul that’s there and vulnerable, the imagery in the prose already is very potent and poignant. I also liked the simile that you used, comparing the narrator to an addict because of his incapacity to turn away from “the worst thing” for him. It reinforces the fact that the narrator feels wholly, utterly stuck in his/her current situation, and he/she is devoid of the willpower to revert it or make a change. And finally, I am absolutely in love with the closing sentence: “How do you no to the place that you loved first?” Not only is the sentence striking, but also it is such an oh-so-relatable thought for copious individuals. There are so many people who want to move forward with their lives or escape, but it is difficult to pack up your bag and say farewell because, well, home is home. There are certain things that compel you back, such as people or memories. Even if it serves an obstruction to the rest of your life, there is something about the idea of a home that makes the endeavor of leaving a lot harder. I experienced all of these emotions from this 4-sentence paragraph. Seriously, I applaud you.
If there’s any major problem that I have with this work, it is that I do wish it was longer – at least long enough for you to explain the relevance of the title “2015.” What does this prose have to do with the year 2015? Was this the narrator’s mindset during 2015? What exactly happened during this specific year that is holding the narrator back? There’s too much left up in the air, if you get what I mean. If you don’t want to provide the reader with a direct answer, I completely understand that stylistic choice. Still, I wish that you included just a hint – the slightest clue – as to what is chaining the narrator to Seattle. Make the reader think and theorize! That way, the work would not only be sensational but thought-provoking as well.