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The Shadow of Memory and Space


The long-buried memories of my body engulf me like a flood, wild and untamed. The emotions that have lurked within me for a lifetime finally reveal their origins—depression, anxiety, emptiness, rage, and the ceaseless whispers of self-destruction. I begin to understand that they did not emerge suddenly but have long taken root deep within, growing in silence, inseparable from me like a shadow.


Objects are reflections of people, just as my consciousness is a reflection of my own memories. Instinctively, I detach myself, placing my mind in another space—floating or sinking—until my body turns numb, losing all sensation. When I am overwhelmed by an inescapable sense of alienation and helplessness, I long to vanish into a nameless place, unrecognized, undefined—to exist in pure anonymity.


The dog refuses to evolve, and I, too, choose not to struggle.