Stephen Snyder

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

“Long ago, before you were born, there were many more things here,” my mother used to tell me when I was still a child. “Transparent things, fragrant things…fluttery ones, bright ones…wonderful things you can’t possibly imagine.

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