Point Zero.
It wasn't really the beginning. Nor was
it the end.
It was somewhere in the middle. Except
everything else had been frothed up into a nondescript foam.
Before? After? In? Out? Forward?
Backward? Concepts were as equally mangled as everything else.
Imagine a white, featureless square room with an amnesiac person in
plain clothes in it – then imagine a degree of magnitude more
anonymous and confused than that.
Eventually the foam settles out and
thing start coalescing again. Things 'work' but it becomes obvious
that things need to be rebuilt. So many of the processes and
background trappings that one supposes are immutable are gone. It's
as though a computer has it's OS removed, memory wiped and is trying
to become functional again on fragments of machine code.
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