You’re not here by accident, so I imagine you know what to expect.
Here’s the problem: I have no memory. Well, not none. I have some memory, but pretty much all of my youth has somehow been wiped. Most of my 20’s too. ‘The best years of my life,’ some would claim. Now, the doctor says that it’s probably because i’ve bumped my head one too many times - other doctor says it could be PTSD. I don’t know and that’s the problem.
I get glimpses of familiarity while driving to places i’ve never been: something about the various states of disrepair that remain visible even at 120km/hr tends to trigger a sense of knowing.
Memory Fog is me hunting my past in the future. Roaming in search of redemption, I say.
Hell, I just want to know what i’ve been missing.
I’m not bathing myself in conceptual melodrama here. I’m actually talking honestly for once.
I know that’s not really in vogue but i’m trying something new here - remember new sincerity? When that was supposed to be a thing? Well, I remember.
I want to make it clear that the backstory is only there to provide the ‘why’ - the rest is up to you. You decide whether or not these images represent a rapidly disappearing past or have something to do with development and decline. It’s a Choose Your Own Adventure novel where you get to play with the meaning until you find something that suits you best.
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