“The Father”: memories, interrupted

Memories come in fragments. They are never methodically organised or neatly categorised as the way you had first experienced it. When someone asks, “Do you remember?”, it takes a while to jog your memory, to recollect a longgone moment in time. This is what Pangdemonium’s The Father attempts to recreatea collection of memories in disarray, but bound together by an ailing protagonist’s mind.

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