The Island of Forgetting

by Jasmine Sealy

testing the limits of not just our own mortality, but of the world around us.

I would always live with fear, but now, that fear had a face. It was my father, becoming like him, or unbecoming, erasing myself, like he did.

I am filled with the sense that I have lived this moment a thousand times before. That my life is a series of false choices, an illusion of free will, like so many branching rivers all leading to the same inevitable sea.