First created March 21st, 2024.
Last edited March 21st, 2024.
Seconds become minutes, minutes become hours.
I lie dormant, in a place that exists only as a vague memory of what I knew it as. Rough beige walls greet me as I find myself lying upon a bed of concepts that used to bring me comfort. I inhale, breathing in the faintest whisper of black mold spores and springtime pollen as I slowly rise from slumber; a faint reminder, a familiar omen.
Days become weeks, weeks become months.
I walk down a familiar street, damp gray asphalt cutting between neat rows of aged neighborhood homes. My eyes trace the cracks in the pavement as the pads on a potter’s fingers might trace gentle lines into red-stained clay. My mind wanders, as does my gaze, first to the familiar slate-blues and mottled browns of dull, unremarkable suburbia, then to the sky, speckled with the faintest whispers of a passing storm, streaks of white upon baby-blue canvas.
Months become years, years become memories.
I know this place well, yet I do not recognize it. I walk the same paths I did then, and I have yet to find myself on them. In the greatest of delusions I thought I’d seen myself, or a figure the same as I, just a few steps ahead. Yet it was naught but my imagination, reminiscing on a time long since passed, an era where I once knew myself.
Memories become nostalgia, nostalgia begets itself.
UPDATE 1 (8/14): weirdly enough, another instance of a piece that I only gave a name to when I shared it in a Discord server. official title is "a walk down the street."