You touch, but you aren’t feeling. Hear, without listening. Look, without seeing. What happens next? What happens when the faces fade and the music dies and you’re left with just a memory? When everything is black and white, white and grey, noiseless, emotionless, and you do nothing about it? What happens when nothing’s left, nothing’s left…

The alarm sounds; another dreaded morning. Hand reaching to silence it, then to find Day Clothes, that grey tunic. Washing face, teeth, a remembrance of something missing, something lost…

Walking down the colorless concrete lanes, identical humans tending to duties. Remembrance of something lost…