One sentence: 100 words

Forgotten, lost in the midst of time, the thread of memory breaks, pulled too tight in the effort to remember. Desperate to recall, the velvet blackness of the mind recedes to a hidden space uncovering the contour of landscape beneath. The eye casts a glance over the horizon finding no depth in the proffered creation. The elaborate scenery is a trick, a mirage of the imagination cast to confuse and evoke a myriad of false recollections. Perception is the blind man’s art, which the mind cannot perfect, and so the memory fades, folded into the crevices of time and eventually…forgotten.


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