The Void

In the end I was able to piece much of the day together using witness testimony and receipts found in my backpack.  I had been busy.  I will tell you about them and much more of that lost day but this part of the story is not about the event.  This part is about the Void.  When the world and I went our separate ways for a bit.  

But first, let me relay a simple scenario that happened yesterday.  It reminds me a little of the difference between the Void and the world. 

I decided to walk to work because it was such a lovely West Seattle morning and I would be tucked neatly inside the bar, serving drinks and food to the hungry and thirsty until 5.  I reached a point at which I could see the Junction, where I worked.  But I was very high above the buildings.  I could see people going about their business.  They looked so very small.  So purposeful and orderly and I knew that in just a few minutes I would be among them, doing the same.  The same but slightly different for I had been above and seen the entirety of it.  

Sure enough, a few minutes later I descended and crossed some amorphous zone that changed me from me to them.  I stopped, turned to look up the hill, smiled at my clever insights and enjoyed the last few blocks of sun, construction, general bustle and friendliness that accompanies a sunny Seattle day. 

Inside my head, the lyrics of a Dar Williams song repeated ad infinite.

Then I go outside to join the others

I am the others

THE VOID

I woke to a room of clean white linen draped in unusual cubical-style arrangements.  In memory, the light was quite bright, stabbing at sensitive, freshly opened eyes.  I was born new and confused.  I focused and began to search my surroundings for clues.  In time I came to realize that I was in a hospital bed.  But why?

I turned my eyes from the room and down the length of my body.  I was dressed only in a standard hospital garment and IV tubes had been plunged and taped to my arm.  But the blood!  I was staring, as if from a distance at my body covered in scrapes, lacerations and blood!

I don't know exactly why but I began to probe my memory for something solid.  Somewhere to place a pin and begin a search that might shed a detective's light leading to the current confused moment.  

The memory did not come.

No memory at all.

The following is a list of things I did not know about myself.

-I knew nothing of the events of the current day

-I did not know what year it was

-I did not know where I lived

-I could not recall any phone number I could call my own

-I did not know who the president was

This next part I find to be the very strangest of a long list of very strange things.

-While I could remember a few women I had loved, I did not know if I was currently dating or married to one of them.  Nor could I assemble any order to these relationships

In short, I was alone and lost in time and space.  An unintentional Traveler cast violently from his vessel.

-Planet Of Origin. . . . Unknown

-Charted Destination. . . . Unknown

-Condition Of Vessel. . . . Unknown

-Current Location. . . . Unknown

-Communication With Planet Of Origin. . . . No Link Detected

-Suggested Course Of Action. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . No Suggestion

-Condition. . . . Lost