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Nothing, I still couldn’t remember. None of this felt right. I continued to walk on, hoping not to be noticed. I started to feel a bit nervous. Unsure if I really was getting away with my look. But my fears where soon smothered out by the startling sight of those few who chose to wear nothing at all. Yeah... I think I will get away with it. These nudists just acted normal. I wasn’t expecting that. Everyone around them, acting normal. Was I the only one seeing their explicit exposures? I didn’t feel comfortable in this environment, thinking I would be picked out for wearing too much. I clearly wasn’t meant to be here.
In the end I just told myself that it’s their culture, not mine. Something I could not yet understand. Now I would like to know, I would like to understand and accept, but right now I had more issues on my mind. I completely forgot I was looking for a mirror. Forgot that I forgot. (now there’s an annoying line).
I wish now that I had more time and less worries to fully take in the street. There was so much life here. No one seemed to be doing well... economically, but they seemed happy. Also for some reason there where children everywhere. They almost seemed to appear out of nowhere, as if they where seeping out of the cracks of the overcrowded buildings. The strange feel to the streets started to develop. Almost forbidden to outsiders, except me. The lack of cloth on both men and women. They didn’t really seem to care. They seamed proud more than anything else. None of this felt right to me. I personally did quite like what I saw, but at the same time knew it wasn’t right. Something I could not yet adapt to. Surely then I couldn’t have been raised among my own people. The fact that I was nervous in my short shorts proved my point. I had to find clothes in a land where there were few spare.
Now the nerves didn’t help at all. They added to the pain in my head, amplified by the brightness of the scorched world around me. Also the nerves added to a new pain, something I had been distracted from ever since my wake. Colon, and Bladder. After all, it was the morning for me.
Now I couldn't knock on doors and ask to use their hole in the floor, Instead I had to take the more urban route of giving an unfortunate alleyway more bad memories. Now I wouldn't usually talk about things like this, but there was something about it. Almost as if I had conquered a fear and been initiated into some street survivors clan. The better phrase for Hobo. However it also made me realise how far I had fallen. But then again, I had no Idea how far I had fallen from. After all I was still an amnesiac. I started to hope that taking a dump in an alleyway was the worst thing I ever had to do. So if that were true, and this was my lowest of lows, then surely things can only get better. Then I realised there was no toilet roll. I'm sure the alleyway laughed at me after that. Now I thought the windows where boarded up. It turned out that there was one hidden one that wasn't. I only realised when I heard someone shouting at me. In general the voice asked me to leave, but as you can imagine it used more vibrant words considering where I was and what I was doing. So I panicked and halted mid deposit before pulling up my boxers and run as far away as my embracement could take me.
So when will things get better?
I continued to walk down the street pretending that nothing had happened, trying to ignore that annoying goblin knocking at my back door. I let my thoughts rush on, trying to piece together my memories. However I couldn't focus when I was this exposed. I still needed to find clothes.
I remember coming up to some Azikai who looked rather startled. So I did the only thing you could do. Smile and say "Good Morning". He replied "Afternoon" which made me realise.
"Oh god, Is it?!"
" yh... yeah" the man stuttered. "it... has been for the past... three hours or so."
"oh... righ....."
He briskly walked away before I had the chance to thank him. So I shouted my praise towards him, but still no turn.
So in a world where the majority of bodily cloth seams absent, where on earth was I going to find clothes? Maybe I could steel someone’s bed sheets and drape them over myself like some low budget remake of little red riding hood. Bet I couldn’t even find red sheets. Then again I would have a cape, always wanted one of those. But with the lack of wind I would probably have to run about flapping the cape with my arms, maybe making a car noise at the same time.
Now there was an image that stayed with me. Couldn’t help but smile at the thought. Unfortunately as I looked up I accidently locked eyes with a man monkey in the distance. He smiled himself and raised a brow rather creepily. Almost seductive. My own brow rose but my smile disappeared. Somehow I had been caught up in a brow off. His lowered, followed by mine. I couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. Didn’t know if I was sending the wrong message. So I took a deep breath, turned, and walked away.
As I walked I couldn’t help but think... was I starting to remember. I always wanted a cape... how did I know that? Or was that just a strange move in my obscure comedy? Little red riding hood, Remembered that. The monkey people that are Azikai. I knew my species and didn’t have to be told it. I could walk, talk. I knew languages. I knew that 2+2=4. So what the hell is amnesia? If I could remember all these simple things and still not know who I am, then what on earth is Amnesia?! How is Amnesia Possible?! I knew one thing though. I am no scientist.
I couldn’t even be bothered with my priorities. I was too lost in my thoughts. I ignored the fact that I was seeking clothes. I ignored the flatulence that warned me of my unfinished business. And I ignored all the reflections I passed, even though that is what I was truly seeking. I just kept on wandering the streets, taking in all the sights of a world few should ever see.
I saw the urban fountains of burst metal pipes sustaining all of the erratic life around me, including scraggly plants giving the buildings their veins and nervous systems. I saw painted buildings depicting scenes of an alternative book of revelations. The colours where extraordinary. As rough as they may be, These Azikai are unbelievable artists. I felt like they were trying to make a new world, painting mountain scapes. The Azikai even painted themselves. Some covered in unbelievable markings that just couldn’t be natural. It’s a shame really, no way the markings could last too long what with slow replacement of fur. As I ventured on more and more where painted.
Everything was changing. I remembered landing in a street with the poverty swimwear theme. But as I've gone along the cloth slowly disappeared giving way to paint. The building where becoming more decorated. The world I landed in was changing. It was as if they had just walked out of some portal to a fantasy world.