They thank you, and ask that you [[move on in the elevator.]]\n

You again see the buttons 0 (in green) and 1, 2, 3, [[facing you]].

The nurse taps your shoulder, says your name and starts [[walking away with a wave of the hand.]]\n

Suddenly the nurse starts talking to you, by [[calling]] your name.\n

”And like I said, It’s all right to [[take your time with this]], of course. Time again, doesn’t really work the same way as you’re used to, here. We have many professional actors that will play out the scene, or memory as you will, of your choosing when you’re ready.\n

Acting and guiding you people are about all the things we do, really”, the nurse [[explains with some relief.]]

You’re wearing the same comfortable clothes as before the supposed accident.\nYour limbs feel strong. Moving feels [[natural]]. Like perhaps you’re at a higher altitude than you’re used to.

In front of you is an [[entrance hall]] with no staff presently working behind the glass counter. \n

You wake up, feeling refreshed.\nBreathing comes easy.\nThe ceiling is [[icy blue.]]

As you keep making your way to the building 50 meters away, you wonder how the choosing of a memory came so easy, [[all things considered]]. \n

And, [[with a sense of relief]], you remember.

You look at them for a moment, and turn to push the button for the elevator. [[The doors open]] and you step in.

When the elevator arrives [[with a chime]], the doors open and you step in.

[[Fin]].

The nurse continues, explaining: ”This one memory can be anything really, a special walk in the park, a moment with friends you held dear, achievements you treasure. [[Any specific moment really]]”.

Also, it wasn’t there before, but you see the button ”4”, [[below the number three]].

You arrive at the [[perfectly ordinary]] white gate of the building.

[[The curtains open]].

You decide this is easier to not think too much about.\n\n[[You listen.]]

You’re told that you’ve just [[died]].\n

That wasn’t so hard, [[after all.]]

You take a seat, [[close to the stage]].

”It’s simple really. Your purpose here is to choose a singular memory to bring with you. My job, again, is to help you choose [[that one memory]]”.\n

[[.........]]

You start moving towards the building, strangely set in you’re steps. You’re slightly amazed that the grasping of the concepts came easy. This was, after all, [[nothing like you expected]].\n

You turn the lever on the door. \n\n[[It opens.]]

”Of, this is your first time isn’t it. Of course it is, we keep [[forgetting”]], the nurse says.\n

”Our crew will be ready for you there, [[should you be ready]]”.\n

”Time doesn’t really pass the same way you might be used to, here. I work here. My job is to help you [[choose a memory]]”.\n

You ask them what this means, [[choosing a memory.]]\n

Trees, grass and three-story white buildings are all around. Somehow, you remember your old school. You see others walking about, young and old. Some are sitting on benches, or [[flat]] in the grass.

You again see the buttons [[0 (in green) and 1, 2, 3, facing you.]]

[[As you pass them]], the people around you mind their own business, but wave briefly to you.\n

You press the [[button ”1”]].\n

You answer them what you can [[remember from the time.]]

[[In front of you ]]is a lobby with no staff presently working behind the glass counter.

You see no staircase, but spot an elevator. [[You make your way to the elevator and push the button.]]

It seems strange but you [[accept]] this.

You try [[not to think about it.]]

[[You step out onto the first floor]]. You see windows overlooking the outdoors grass area and an adult person standing with a clipboard. They ask you the whereabouts of your memory, the the details and the general mood. \n

They thank you, and ask [[that you move on in the elevator]].

When the elevator arrives, with a chime, the doors open and you step in.\n

You don’t [[feel]] any of this strange.

[[You look at them for a moment,]] and turn to push the button for the elevator. The doors open and you step in.

You immediately sit up and go over the exact words, [[again]].\n

You see the buttons [[0 (in green)]] and 1, 2, 3, facing you. \n

[[Now]] you’re here.

You press the button [[”3”]].

You [[wave goodbye]].

You nod, grasping it somehow. Your head feels light. You start doubting the reality of the proposition. But already, examples of memories that might serve the purpose start [[racing]] in your mind.\n

The elevator arrives at the third floor, the doors open, and you step out to be greeted by a smiling, older person. The older shape in front of you is holding a fountain pen and a diary. \n\nYou’re asked about what you were feeling [[at the time of your memory]], how you behaved and what the experience did to you, at the time.

Thank you for reading.

The elevator arrives and you step out to see a child standing there. In its hands the child is holding a pencil and a bunch of [[post-it notes]]. You say ”hello”, and are greeted with a warm smile.

You see the buttons 0 [[(in green)]] and 1, 2, 3, facing you.

You look at them for a moment, and turn to push the button for the elevator. [[The doors open and you step in.]]\n

[[The nurse pauses.]]

You press the button [[”2”]].

The doors open and you enter a small [[cinema theatre]].

They thank you, and ask [[that you move]] on in the elevator.\n

Then again, you were told that time passed a little differently here. What did that mean, anyway. [[Slower or faster?]]

”And when you’ve chosen -- Not to put a lot of pressure on you -- but this memory will be the only thing you bring with you. You won’t remember any thing but this one moment of your own choosing. Does this seem [[easy enough to understand]], somehow?”, they ask.\n

You see no staircase, but spot an elevator. You make your way to the elevator and push the button with an [[upwards arrow]] emblazoned on it.

They thank you, with a sort of sad [[smile]], and ask that you move on in the elevator.

You were in the passenger seat of a [[car crash]].

You think about the concept of your being not-so-alive-anymore and then, [[people working for you at this time]]. \n

[[You take a moment, thinking.]]

You press the [[button ”4”]]

The person, middle aged, dressed in nurse’s clothing invites you to take a walk with them outside. All of this is normal [[procedure]], the nurse says. \n

You look at them for a moment, and turn to push the button for the elevator. The doors open and you step in.\n

”[[It’s going to be all right]]. These things usually work out easier than you think. And don’t sweat the details about the whys or who’s unless that makes you happy. We’re just here to facilitate this one little thing. I have to take care of the newcomers, so you have some time for yourself, the nurse says, leaving.

You assume this person is also staff working here, and so you tell the them [[the answers]] to the questions to the best of your ability.

You step out onto the first floor. You see windows overlooking the outdoors grass area and an adult person standing with a clipboard. They ask you the whereabouts of your memory, the the details and the general mood, as you remember them. \n

The child asks you who else is in your memory with you, and that you describe them if you can.\n\nYou realize, [[that the child is also working here]], and decide, why not answer to the best of your ability. You tell them about your memory.

You can’t remember [[where you are]], when someone comes in, wearing nurse’s clothes.

”You are [[welcome to stay here]] for as long as you like”, they say.\n

[[As you pass the people around you, they notice you but mostly mind their own business.]]

You’re alone in the room and the [[curtains to the stage]] are closed.

”However, when you’re ready. Please make your way to the elevator in the three-story building over there”, [[the nurse points ahead.]]\n

You [[find that one memory]].\n

Dev Karnal Fridén

You’re told that you have [[recently]] died.

Mem'ry

You press the button 0. [[But nothing happens]].\n

You follow them [[outside]].\n