I woke up. It felt like I had gone to sleep just a minute ago. Or maybe not.
They told me it was the month of August. Last I knew it was not August.
Something felt off. Something felt not right. As I started to ask questions, the questions just didn't make sense.
To me or to them.
They told me everything will be okay, slowly.
Faces felt like flashes. I will close my eyes and there will be any array of faces floating there,
only I will not be able to make any sense of that.
Sometimes, it felt like things were just aimlessly drifting in my mind and
sometimes, they felt faded, old, torn, unrecognizable.
Sometimes, they felt like a broken brick and sometimes everything will go blurry and blank.
People felt like strangers. My mind felt like a stranger to my own self.
And there was only one constant feeling nagging away, one feeling I was sure of.
Something was missing.
A part of my life.
A part of my memory.
And they said the worst was over.
All I have are heard stories now, they don't seem mine.
Coherence doesn't seem to be a friend everyday and that becomes a struggle.
But maybe that is what memory loss gives, a blank which you cannot fill. A void which doesn't have a fixed answer to. A feeling that you have left someone behind, but then again there is no way to find that out, right?
There are many reasons of memory loss - short term and long term. This project did not attempt to understand the science behind memory loss, but explored the emotions that memory loss carries within itself. How will it be like to struggle with your own memory.
The project came up with type based compositions - the word used is "memory" - the only word that stuck around in my brain when I dealt with memory loss.
