Written by Karina Andjani, and published as a part of Porch Litmag – Issue 14, December 2025. Dec 24, 2025
I didn’t know how to begin this story, as I had suffered a severe head trauma and was still struggling to walk and to remember how I got here. Chronology felt like a luxury. All I recalled was crawling out of that crashed black sedan into this idyllic countryside, where so far, the only living things I could see were sheep on the frosty grass. I felt bad for the beautiful, bald old tree the car had crashed into. Smoke crept into my eyes and my brain, blurring everything. I stared at the sheep watching me. “Who am I?” I screamed. “Baaa,” the sheep replied.
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I didn’t know how to begin this story, as I had suffered a severe head trauma and was still struggling to walk and to remember how I got here. Chronology felt like a luxury. All I recalled was crawling out of that crashed black sedan into this idyllic countryside, where so far, the only living things I could see were sheep on the frosty grass. I felt bad for the beautiful, bald old tree the car had crashed into. Smoke crept into my eyes and my brain, blurring everything. I stared at the sheep watching me. “Who am I?” I screamed. “Baaa,” the sheep replied.
Read the full article here.
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