Memories unspool from the top down, unwinding in successive coils, each tracing scintillating scotomae through my field of vision. They tease along my sight with fractal depth, and now, with all the time in the world, in this unending instant, I can revel in their imperfections and then let them go.
No, *must* let them go. I have no choice in the matter. I can cling to them and cry, I can beg the universe for one last moment of mind, but
(MC tried to travel time to save partner, messed up, long-term memories are unwinding, knows they're going to lose the memory of their partner at some point?)
