Two weeks ago, I met a man. I met a man in the alley beside my home. I met a man who was sharply dressed with features entirely unremarkable, unmemorable. I met a man whose voice was clear and cool, like a bubbling stream. I met a man who gave me not his name, but a task to be completed within fourteen days.
But I just can’t remember what that man told me to do.
I’ve been moving through life as usual, but there is something off. My neighbors’ and coworkers’ words slide like water off of my mind. There are strange blurs in my vision, as if something’s been blotted out. The words slide off their pages as I read the newspaper.
I’ve been working on a puzzle since I met that man, but in the late hours of this final evening, as I let the blinding shadows of my room curl about me, I think I’ve finally put the pieces together.
My task is ignorance, and I am succeeding.
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