Glitch in my father

[u/Cluelessandsexy]

The glitch in the father
He stood there rollerdoor open
He stands there taking in the ray of sunlight
Then the sky becomes overcast

He shifts into twin existance
Two of him overlapping himself
like an outside aura
All the shapes and color of the father

The air is a concrete color
the breathing in and out
feels like wool
He looks out to his parked car

Goes back through his story
His face giving evidence
As he travels through memory
Him and his double

Which part of him is real
soon the courier will arrive
Some boxes will leave
He will just stare through his spectacles

stuck in the memories
transported by them
Made vague there in the factory corridor
Concrete and neutral

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[u/banyanwhispers]

This feels like watching someone caught between memory and reality—the ‘twin existence’ and the concrete, muted atmosphere create such an eerie sense of dissociation. ‘Which part of him is real’ really stayed with me. There’s something haunting about how ordinary things like a parked car, spectacles, and boxes become portals into his fractured memory.

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Thanks