At the age of 3, the 10 artifacts I would carry with myself were:
1. My Scooby-Doo blanket
2. A koala stuffed toy
3. The cushion of my carseat
4. A cucumber snack
5. The smell of Fryums
6. Pink walls 
7. Barbie castle
8. Little mermaid doll
9. Rubber Duck
10. Butterfly clips

A lyric moment:
My mother laughing behind the camera, 
as I pinched my father's cheeks. 
I look into the camera with a mischievous glint in my eyes. My whole world in front of my eyes. 

At the age of 20, the 10 artifacts/ moments from this time period are:
1. Marshall headphones
2. My books
3. The view of the ocean and the mountains from my apartment 
4. The smell of fresh flowers
5. Cake 
6. Red hair 
7. Evil eye bracelet
8. Journal
9. A TV show called 'New Girl'
10. The smell of freshly baked bread at Breka. 

A lyric moment:
A warm feeling in my belly as my dad tickles me so I laugh as the photo is clicked and my baby brother holds me in his protective embrace. A new addition to my world.

Overall, the Personal Universe Deck is powerful tool for fostering creativity, self-reflection, and personal growth by encouraging individuals to explore the unique and sometimes surprising connections between their inner and outer worlds.

Other poetic things I have noticed are:
Withering flowers on my kitchen counter 
Half empty bottle of rose
My roommates camera and film splayed on the living room table

A link to a poem I like:
https://peelsofpoetry.tumblr.com/post/35702152608/excuses-for-why-we-failed-at-love-by-warsan-shire

 

- I smell wet clothes as if I had just been in the rain. The smell is different from what I am used to though. The rain on your clothes smells different when your intention was to play and dance in the rain. This feels dull. Like a wet dog smell. 

What do you hear? What does the sound remind you of?

There is just silence. The whistling of the wind and the creaking of the frozen branches. The sound reminds me of the crunching of autumn leaves in the fall time.

What colour would the sound be?

The sound would be grey.

Describe what you see around you. What is the smallest thing you see? What is the biggest? What textures, when close up, are revealed?

The smallest thing I see is the lamps on the side tables. They are painted in the same shade as the walls and are almost invisible. The only thing separating them from the walls is their shadow painted in a slightly darker shade. The biggest thing in the room is the painting on the left wall. The painting depicts a snowy scenery- barren trees covered in a blanket of snow. This is also representative of what the person sitting on the bed is feeling- cold and desolate.

What just happened? Did someone say something to another person or thing? Did someone just enter or leave the space? How?

I have just comeback home after having an argument with my mother. After the argument, I walked back to my house in the rain. I feel cold and sleepy. I feel a sinking feeling but have no more tears left to cry. My dog comes into my room. Sensing my despair, he brings me his toy to play with him in an attempt to distract me from whatever is bothering me.

What did you dream about last night? (Again, not you as yourself but as the person / object / creature in the image.)

I dreamt of myself as a child. I dreamt of a time where all of my family was still in the same place- physically. We were on one of the mountains in Gudauri in Georgia on a ski trip. I remember making snow angels with my brother who was much younger at the time. My dad bought all of us hot chocolate while my mum, brother and I had a snowball fight. 

What is beyond the frame? What is there that we can’t see?

A bookshelf and study table. The bookshelf has over a hundred books and is organised by author. The study desk has work files strewn all over with a half empty coffee cup, a laptop and a lamp. 

What will happen next?

I will force myself to get up and change out of my wet clothes. I will sit near the fireplace and warm up. I will drink a cup of hot chocolate and mentally revisit the argument I had with my mum. I will rationalise the situation and come to the conclusion that she has always been like this and that she is at a point in her life wherein she cannot change herself and her behaviour. Since I always want her to be in my life and because I love her, I will have to accept her for the way she is despite how she hurts me. I will call her and apologise.

Write a sentence about the weather. What does it feel like?

The weather is dull and gloomy. It matches the emotions I am feeling. The air is cold and strong gusts of wind are blowing. I feel myself fighting to walk against the wind. The rain is also coming down hard. I can barely see with all the water in my eyes. There are loud cracks of thunder booming similar to the way my mother cracked my heart with her harsh words. 

Finish the sentence (you are not you): Secretly, I have always wanted..

to be invisible.