It's gone.

I mean literally gone. I'm standing on a corner, near a tree, with my back to a shop selling sweets and cigarettes. I can smell summer on the light breeze and hear a dog barking from an unseen garden.

I can remember words and the objects with which they associate. I can remember what my arms and legs are for, and I know that gentle discomfort in my abdomen means I need to wee. Other than that, my memory is utterly and completely gone.

I recognise the need to find it, I assume I'm somehow responsible for losing it, but I'm not really sure where to start. Who do I ask? I don't know who I know.

The End

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