Stephen Snyder

Though I’ve tried, I’ve found no way to fill in the voids left by the Memory Police.

Lying still, eyes closed, ears pricked, trying to sense the flow of the morning air, you’ll feel that something has changed from the night before, and you’ll know that you’ve lost something, that something has been disappeared from the island

Soon enough, things are back to normal, as though nothing has happened, and no one can even recall what it was that disappeared.