POTD: The Blackout of Oblivion

I struggled with this piece for a few days - I wasn't able to make it say what I wanted it to say in the way I wanted to say it.  Suddenly, however, the picture began to work with me and I got what I was hoping for.  It tells the story of somebody looking for respite from everyday life.  She has found it, but the work questions whether that is a good thing or not.  Is her refuge innocent escapism?  Is it a passive resistance to reality?  Or is it denying a more serious reality?