The Great Compression
It began with the loss of the periphery. First, I forgot the color of my mother's eyes. I reached for the memory, but it was like trying to grab smoke; the image was there, but the detail had been smoothed away, replaced by a flat, grey void. I didn't panic. I assumed it was age, or perhaps the stress of the Compression. Then, the spatiality collapsed. I woke up one morning and realized that...
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