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Subject X's Archival Journal: A Full Stop?

*[Note:  Subject X's accounts contain no record of a proper name.

The following is Subject X's first entry and is believed to have been written shortly after the Time Anomaly began]*

 

A Full Stop?

It's all been suspended... The birds, the deer, the breeze... All of life in animate suspense... except for us, the people...

 

On April 18th 1955, as best as can be described, time itself-- the fundamental instrument of evolution and Life-- stopped. At exactly 7:20 am, as per the Clocktower at the end of main street. As per the pocket watch in my hand. As per the alarm clock upon my nightstand. As per the humming birds suspended mid flight in my front garden.

All of nature, still...

 

 

Have we come to a "Full Stop"?

 

 

 

 

Ask me how long it's been... ask me.

 

It feels as though it's been a few "days". The only indicator I have of this, is the panic spreading rapidly across town.

 

"Frankie's kid just dropped dead. Running track. The kid was in better shape than "Mickey" Hargitay. Collapsed halfway through his 4th lap... Nothing but skin and bones, they found. Barely a body-- you would have thought it was an old man.", told stories of high crass.

 

"My mother passed last night... she walked... She walked and aged a week with every step.... too weak to barely speak, she whispered, 'Here.'

After 2,600 steps the bony woman clinging to my arm-- my own flesh and bone, my creator--

laid to rest." , told stories of elegance.

 

As for me...                                                                            

The only time I know is written on my face...

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