Written by Jacob Ibrag
Abandoned in the mundane with
the rest of upside down society, he was
educated to washaway any trace of identity.
Try as they might, I remember his face. He’sthe
same strange human from when we were kids. He
can’t see that now, but I’ll help him get there. ‘The
path towards yesterday is painted with a name.
I can only show you the first letter, you’ll
have to keep going to find the rest.’