Stephen Snyder

Though I’ve tried, I’ve found no way to fill in the voids left by the Memory Police.

There, behind your heartbeat, have you stored up all my lost memories?

But in a world turned upside down, things I thought were mine and mine alone can be taken away much more easily than I would have imagined.

But in a world turned upside down, things I thought were mine and mine alone can be taken away much more easily than I would have imagined. If my body were cut up in pieces and those pieces mixed with those of other bodies, and then if someone told me, “Find your left eye,” I suppose it would be difficult to do so.

Needless to say, my nerves are frayed. But it is the inability to speak that confines me much more than being shut up in the room

When the voice that links the body to the soul vanishes, there is no way to put into words one’s feelings or will. I am reduced to pieces in no time at all.

When the voice that links the body to the soul vanishes, there is no way to put into words one’s feelings or will. I am reduced to pieces in no time at all.
I wonder if there is any way out of here. Of course I think about the possibility

But these ideas all seem useless, and besides, even if I found my way outside again, I wonder whether I would be able to reassemble the pieces of myself.

Try as we might to understand each other, nothing changed for either of us. The more we talked, the sadder we became.

“I’m afraid I’ve lost my nerve.