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SHADOWBANNED (2018) by Jon Rafman I don’t know why I’m writing you I don’t even care if you read this I don’t think of you anymore. But still, for some reason, there is something to say. This is not a story. There are no more stories. Everything is in constant flux. A door I open today will not be there tomorrow. Things dissolve into the background at a greater and greater speed, but I don’t spend any energy. I am sucked forward by a vacuum that endlessly forms in front of me. Everything exists forever. Nothing lasts. Nothing dies. Things can only be abandoned or forgotten. I don’t need to, but I keep on going. I don’t even remember how long it’s been. I’ve lost track. I try to protect myself with memories of an artificial past. A fog of cold energy hangs over everything. Here, in the garden, I can no longer even dream of my own end. The radiation from the screen is hurting my eyes. I love it. Life, as I knew it, has ended. But I am still trying to understand what has replaced it. The final act of horror was that the memory of the horror itself was erased. I don’t know why I’m writing you. I don’t even care if you read this. But still, for some reason, there is something to say. This is not a story. There are no more stories.
