Metaphors for Judgement

My room is like a garage.
A photograph of myself in New Zealand, stood on a beach perfect as an equation with my sister and Gemma.
A photograph of myself in the New Forest with Jim. I leap towards the camera, Jim leans against a tree.
Everything is brown here, like autumn.
The sword of Damocles has fallen, it's usual monthly lunar swipe of destruction. This one particularly bad, whole streets scalped and entire suburbs destroyed.
I think of moving from this unreal city but am afraid I shall wait until I may be exiled.
A Star Trek annual from 1977, 'Houses of Horror' by Hans Holzer.
The latter is unreadable.