Sublime

She had always been observant, but now her watchfulness was exaggerated to the point of aberration, like a distended limb.

a symbiosis that made her old life obsolete, had been temporary.

If he couldn’t search or retrieve or view his own past, then it wasn’t really his. It was lost.

But knowing everything is too much like knowing nothing; without a story, it’s all just information.

unspooled