A Dirge of Anamnesis
Evan Sanders

I forget, am I chasing him or is he chasing me?

It’s cold out here.

Why am I out here?

I forget.

Is he near me?

Dark as well, hope I don’t get lost.

No, I can’t get lost, I’m supposed to be chasing him. Or is it the other way around?

I forget.

We were chasing each other, right?

Maybe…

What happened? Was it some complicated, intertwined series of events? Is he just doing this for fun?

Maybe…

But I forget.

It’s getting cold out.

What made him so angry? Why is he chasing me?

It’s dark.

Or am I chasing him?

I need to sit.

Who is he?

I forget.

Why am I out here?

I smell blood.

What reasons do we have?

There’s something hot and sticky on my neck.

Are we intertwined?

I remember a gunshot.

Is this just random?

A loud gunshot.

What am I chasing?

I should lie down.

Do I know him?

Maybe…

Does he know me?

I forget.

Who is chasing whom?

There’s something squishy where hair should be.

I need to know the reasons.

It’s cold.

It seems so random.

And dark.

I should move.

Something wet.

It’s getting colder.

And squishy.

Where is he?

In my head.

Where am I?

Something wet and squishy in my head.

Wait, who am I?

I touched it.

I hope he doesn’t find me.

I touched the wet and squishy thing in my head.

It’s so cold and dark.

I can touch something wet and squishy inside my head.

What’s it called again?

I forget.