August 31, footprints

I have decided, with much hesitation, to describe and make known this disturbing story. It is based on an assumed reality; for its protagonist this reality goes beyond its narrow scope, thus entering the imagination. .... Are we sure that our minds, secretly, don't go around without telling us anything? To come back, then, after a few minutes, or perhaps an hour ... or a month ... a year ... or never? When it comes back to us, are we sure, it has always belonged to us? Or, on the contrary, did we share it with another person…? And with whom? A double of ourselves? One who lives parallel to us? The story ends in almost 24 hours. In these only 24 hours, the protagonist experiences an intense mystery of his life, or imagines living it. The style chosen is that of a "photographic story": the events are reported in writing, in the same way that a photo shows an image in print.