Blank Slate

In the mirror, I look into the eyes of a stranger. He claims to know me. I can’t even remember my own name or what I’m doing here. I’m drawing a complete blank about my entire existence. For once, I don’t feel the burden of my own personal continuity. I feel an amazing freedom as I have forgotten all that has made me who I am. I am beyond my own experiences and emotions.

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