Drifting Reverie

A window drifts at dusk, curtains answer a wind that never was. Through the glass, familiar brushstrokes surface: fragments from a painting everyone swears they once saw. The frame wavers, as if the scene were being re-rendered to fit a memory already agreed upon. The loop is not repetition but repair: perception rehearsing a past until it feels inevitable. Here the window is an interface between private recall and public myth. Memory arrives as pattern before it arrives as proof, and what holds us together is not what happened, but our calm decision to recognize the flicker as real.

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