Through the layers of sediment, where memory lies fossilized, occasionally something surfaces. Call them errors or lingering thoughts, they are snapshots from an architecture of absence.
[03/02/2018 14:31]
He looked out the window and said, "Suppose it didn't matter, then what?" She paused, letting dust illuminate between shadows. "I guess—probably nothing," she replied before everything dissolved into static.
[06/15/1999 09:28]
The note on the fridge reads, "Buy eggs. Call Mom. Find sense in daily headlines." Yet, no one remembers who wrote it. Not an error, more a misclassified presence of ordinary days.
[12/11/2005 05:16]
The murmur from sources unknown reached travelers with a paradox: rumored nonexistence, yet undeniably real to others who listen. The creek whispers mysteries to the in-between folks, never those who measure time with calendars.
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