Recently I’ve been having these experiences. I walk out of the apartment and stand at the top of the stairs waiting for K as she locks the door. While standing there I realize I can’t remember walking out of the apartment. I remember being about to leave, but I can’t remember leaving. Nonetheless I must have left because here I am at the top of the stairs.
A man signs a shovel and so he digs.
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