Time Unremembered

Originally Posted Tuesday, December 3, 2013

I shall write a short book called "Past Unremembered" or some other take on the translation of Proust's title.  That is what life feels like sometimes.  It must be brain damage.  Too many head kicks.  All of the sudden I become conscious and think, "What happened?"  Days just drift into nothingness with nothing accomplished.  Maybe that happens when the plate is too full, when you think of too many things you might want or need to do.  It is happening as I write this now.  Where did the morning go?  Seizures of panic. . . .

The end. 

I can fix that up later, give it a bit more postmodernist twist. 

It is like that sometimes.