There are moments when it feels like the years are shrinking around me. As if the memories of my lifetime are being squeezed together and melted into a sphere of molten experiences that make me who I am. I could never hope to grasp only one of the events of my life at a time; rather I must dive into the entire pool of my past and confused, find that I’m an alien under this water. My lungs are unable to operate in this environment. I wasn’t meant to exist here among everything that’s ever happened to me. My attempts to find something solid to hang onto are feeble, impossible to grasp and my memories glob together and slip through my fingers like quick silver, colliding with a splat onto the cold and unfor

giving floor…an accidental spill and difficult reminder of how easily I could end up down there with all that I am made of.