Echoes and Shadows and Intimations in Silver and Other Shades of Grey

And so; … he thought. …

What was it he’d been thinking about?

It had been so clear and firm and fixed a few seconds before but then it had started to fade, faster and faster, until only a memory that he’d once had a memory remained.

The texture was still there, the flavor, a few dashes of color, but totally decayed. And it had been an important epiphany, complete with its own history and context, … again; … perhaps seemingly borrowed for an instant from somebody else, from somewhere else or perhaps, from his avatar in another time stream.

Echoes and shadows and intimations in silver and other shades of grey.

Again.
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© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2016; all rights reserved