Commute Interrupted

Do you remember where you were this morning, starting at 9:36? Are you sure? Think carefully. Put yourself back there, and try to interact with your environment. Is it just you, or does something not add up? You can remember the people, certainly. But can you remember their faces? The ride passed, it must have, but did it happen?

You got to work—you can recall closing the door to your home, and opening the door to your office—but what happened on the way? Your memory is like a hard dial that refuses to sit in the middle notch. Before, click, fine. After, snap, ok. But the middle is a slippery peak — there is no stopping. You try to keep momentum, coasting from moment to moment to moment until you reach your commute. There is a skip. A clean but obvious edit; the implication of lost footage.

Do you remember where you were this morning, starting at 9:36? Are you sure? Think carefully. Focus on the void, as unsettled as it makes you feel. Yes. Yes. It is all becoming clear now. Remember what we saw? No, impossible. Before you speak, consider the consequences.