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<p>I forgot everything as soon as I passed into my new world. And that was what this was, my new reality. Any personal history I had with me had simply been erased. Parents, siblings, friends. Wiped from my mind. Perhaps the one solace being that I knew the caveats of this new world and thus it was likely I had no one.</p> <p>They were selective of what memories we were allowed to keep. For one, I remember signing the papers. The rustles of the large stacks of sheaves. I knew what a contract was. I knew a handful of things, but as my mind alighted upon them, they were whisked away. The details were far away, like the faint memory of birth, if I had it. I was doubtful they would be having any bearing of me thus forth.</p> <p>Personality. That was one thing they allowed, else what were we but empty shells, blank slates once we entered? Tabula Rasa. I raised my mental attention at the term, or rather the clear theory in my mind? That was funny, in a way, even though despite not even knowing my name but nonetheless feeling firm in my own mental state I very well might be shaped into something new.</p>
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