She only had scattered memories, which seemed very unnatural for her. Someone must have served her with the chalice of the Waters of Forgetfulness. Saying that, the beige concrete walls of The Institution were etched indelibly alongside a badge of her former identity - "feminist". She was not sure if these were hers or the memories of a ghostly version of her, floating behind her, with inverted translucence. She could still remember the soldiers though, green plastic militia, ineffectual but persistent. There were always nine of them of them, attempting to control her memory. The whole thing seemed like some kind of graffiti landscape of ripped paper walls and forgotten echoes. Echoes of archaic temples and beautiful poetic worship.
