"Memory was that woman on the train. Insane in the way she sifted through dark things in a closet and emerged with the most unlikely ones - a fleeting look, a feeling. The smell of smoke. A windscreen wiper. A mother's marble eyes. Quite sane in the way she left huge tracts of darkness veiled. Unremembered." (70) AN
I like the composition of this picture, the way that the girl is standing off centre and collapsing to the left gives the idea of her trying to be small and out of the way. The cool colours used contrast well with her dark hair.