comes, saut dans le vide

I keep seeing twenty-nine year olds and getting shocked because they look old, or older than I imagine, which means I look old too, because I am. Or getting there. In my head I’m ageless, like thread. I think about when I was younger and how far away that feels, like echoes, green fields, the word yesterday. I think how about such and such was ten years ago, such and such was five years ago, but even this week to last feels like an age. In all this thinking about time and how much has passed I have been mulling over the space I inhabited here, what I accomplished and what I spent, over all of you have come and gone or are still going, what you and I knew of me then and what we had.