Written by Jacob Ibrag
Abandoned in the mundane with
the rest of upside down society, he was
educated to wash away any trace of identity.
Try as they might, I remember his face. He’s the
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.’