consigned to oblivion

At times it seemed that life itself was an illusion, that the flickering blur of days was no more than the fevered dream of a man in a coma, perhaps. And where did these fragments of time go when they were unattended? In my consciousness and in my memories, they decomposed; places I had been and people I had known rotted away and became abstracted by the passage of time, ultimately swirling into the ether. They were consigned to oblivion, and yet I felt certain that somewhere and somehow they still existed - and by their very being they were proof that this present moment was little more than a veil about to be torn away as well.
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'consigned to oblivion'
Photograph of Harmony House Resort (a pseudonym) and text by Matthew Christopher of Abandoned America. If you're interested in more Abandoned America blogs, follow this link. If you'd like to learn more about this location, it is a featured chapter in the new Abandoned America book Abandoned America: The Age of Consequences. Signed copies are available through my website, or you can find (unsigned) copies available through Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and many other online booksellers across the globe.