Prologue

It began like this. Just as simple a moment as this one in which you breathe right now, an ordinary sand from the glass of time. But, of course, what tiny piece of existence could be assumed as ordinary? Every passing of the second hand holds meaning, whether it is discernable or not. And so, this is the case in my situation. However typical this day appeared, it was not to be in the long run of history.

The details of this wary day and the events that sprouted from it are growing thin in my mind. My intellect is unconsciously disposing any reminiscence it feels it does not need in this new society in order to gain more room for that in which it does. I cannot help this event; nor can I even yield it. Soon, I will not even remember who I was, who I lived and breathed as during the first 16 years of my life. In a way, I feel hurt and remorse, however foolish it may seem. Hurt and remorse are such absurd feelings to cherish when a new and unbroken path lays ahead of me. But how can I stop it? How can I stop any of it?

This story is crazy, fanatical, extreme… Even as I write this, I begin to doubt what I say. Could not this entire plot have just been conjured in my head? There is no way that all of this change could have arisen to shake my life the way it has. But I know it is true. I know it, deep within the profundity of my soul. I have changed, have practically switched lives with that of a inexistent, future individual. I will not deny that fact, ever, no matter what my brain may say never happened. I cannot help this losing memory, but I can continue to keep my heart alight.