There are moments when I feel acutely aware of the passage of time. Not just the past, but also the time to come as well as the now. I can feel it all moving around me, swirling past me like a dervish as I sit still.
I remember everything & forget nothing, and it has never felt like something I just did, but rather something I must do, like a chore or a task of some sort. I can’t seem to let go of these chronicles, these memories of days, and years, and lifetimes, and so I relive them in my head as thoughts, tasting them as one might linger over a nice meal.
It’s always been this way. It scares me to think what might happen when I’m gone-what will happen to all this stuff in my head? What will become of all these experiences & memories? Will it have been for nothing?
Will I forget?