Confetti

It is generally believed that our brains cannot construct new faces. If this is true, it would mean every strange character you’ve seen in your dreams is someone you’ve crossed paths with at some point before. Perhaps you caught a glimpse of them at co-op or saw them sitting at the bus stop opposite you, fixated on the device in their hands, unaware of your watchful eyes. They could be one of those figures from your childhood whose identity has disintegrated from the forefront of your mind. Now they hold only a dusty memory deep in the abyss of your subconscious… or, maybe they’re not from this life at all, and their existence is something beyond our current comprehension. Nonetheless, they survive in the void of your psyche as disjointed fragments floating around it, like ghosts from your past dipping into the present. In the morning, we can feel these remnants of the life we’ve lived, or perhaps other lives, drifting like soft powdery cinders; formless and forgotten – reigniting and piecing themselves together when we next fall asleep.