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