Wind
A man is staring into the abyss.
There, he sees himself.
He sees his past, present and future.
All of his actions intertwined, his desires interlocked and his dreams interchanging within themselves.
Slowly he starts recognizing himself in unrecognizable situations.
He didn't experience this.
But another version of him did.
There's a woman, then another one, and many more to follow.
He walks hand in hand with all of them, through an alley by the park.
They are talking. He is saying the same things to all of them, but gets a different response from each one.
The conversation starts to vary, branching ad infinitum.
In every part of himself he detects the same core, the same kernel that all versions of him sprouted from.
He doesn’t know if he's happy.
He tries to latch on to a comforting memory,
To no avail.
His consciousness now a flickering last light of awareness.
He is here and he is not.
He's simply…
Adrift.
