Clades | Male | Age unknown.
To whom it may concern;
I fear that I am not alone within my body. Who I once was - or who I believed I may have been - does not correspond to the memories I hold. I fear that my body is not my own, perhaps that I am not alone in my mind. The emotions sparked by such pictures are not that of my own, these faces belong to those which I do not recognize. These foreign memories hold such ties to me which I cannot initially identify... Below I hope to document them, to tie each lost scene together so that I may better understand who, or what I... or perhaps we... are.
25 May, 20XX
I consider myself a well traveled man, having never stayed in one location for too long a time. Yet, I fear I have never been here before, and still I feel draw to this quaint street. I missed the subway exit on the way to town, almost willfully, it feels, did I find myself here in the outskirts of the city. There is nothing but rubble here, but I am fixated upon it. Something of the old, charred, faded red bricks strikes a chord which I cannot immediately place. As I have no current ties to the city, nor any reason to be in town as of yet, I’ve decided to ruminate upon these grounds a moment longer...They’re near whimsical, as if something out of an old maid’s tale. I’ve inked out the old lot to the best of my abilities, and feel it only right to do the late house justice.
