Events become memories in the blink of an eye, the flutter of a wing.
Before we've even begun to consider our next breath.
I look at these from the outside now, like I'm watching some old movie whose stars no longer exist in precisely the same way. We've shifted to a new timeline & have left those actors to a parallel world, fixed & immutable.
Trapped in a hotel room — on a cold morning in Concord, New Hampshire.