An amnesiac has committed a crime. But he has no clue what it was, who he harmed, or why.
Answers lie in consumption of media. But can he rediscover who he was before 30 days expire?
A media mystery begins.
29 days remaining
Date: 12/27
There is a ridiculous corruption that took place in the late 1990s of animated films...
Was she really there?
30 days remaining
Date: 12/26
I woke with the feeling that I don’t know who I am.
You ever felt that? Like everybody knows some damnable secret about you, your life, your place in universe gossip being passed around and around except for you? That’s the feeling.
There’s a pain in my hips, subtle yet changing, that wasn’t there before. A sensation describing the nature of my condition and how I came to forget the heaviness with which it was cast out of accessible memory. Resting into a dark hole of what unknown is what the experience is closest to. Now the only way to know is to swallow the truth—take it to the pharynx of my dive into darkness.
Because I feel someone is dead because of me and for the life of me, details evaporate in streams wherever I perceive them.
“The answer lies in media, reviewing as much as you can.”
Arnold, my lawyer friend, told me. “I’ve really enjoyed reading what you used to write about everything you consumed. Maybe you could do the same?”
When he messaged out of the blue today it reminded me how deep in ignorance I was.
“Orpheus, you got 30 days until evidence submission is due and you’ll have to testify under oath.”
“30 days? But that’s impossible.”
“Well I suggest you get consuming then. And write down everything. Not just what you consume, but the people, events, ANYTHING that might help me build this case. Freedom is riding on this.”
I wanted to envision his face as he typed out these messages, but only fuzzy blobs of memory came to mind.
I was on my own. Thirty days and a blank page I’m not even in the right state to begin.