and the same units of elapsed time can feel very different. Part of a stream of consciousness I wrote a couple of years ago said: "We wrote a sonnet not too long ago with these lines² at least it feels like not too long ago, although the meaning of “too” lies in the subjective mind of the writer and the reader as does “ago” — does time even exist? What does it actually measure when it seems to flow at different speeds depending on our mood, or according to my dear friend

Stuart Englander

, our age?³ Oy vey,⁴ there goes a measure of time rearing up again. Now my mind has shifted to my friend Joseph Lieungh and his penchant for ambiguity, yet I hope what we write here you can make sense of without a decoder ring, which further deferring to and honoring Joseph, we shall eschew — but for endnotes so you know I have not entirely lost our mind — as seeps into the realm when one abandons time as a linear construct and accepts the concept of simultaneous existence of all that ever has and ever will exist, which possibly dearly departed White Feather wrote about so eloquently here,⁵ and one day Patrick Paul Garlinger

shall explain to me or all of us that which I do not understand but have expressed my beliefs,⁶ but what the fuck do I know as a human vessel for a soul that while awakened of course lacks unimaginably vast amounts of soul knowledge stripped from us at Greg’s birth, or as we believe, conception,⁷ yet humbly accepts the praise of those like our friend

Harry Hogg who thanked me five days ago though it seemed like yesterday and my eyes blinked with disbelief when I had to go back through that many days of responses to confirm that Harry and not the wonderful ..."

You can find the footnotes here if you're interested. The piece had nothing to do with my stream of consciousness intro--it was about my two tattoos and a possible third one https://medium.com/channspirations/illustrating-a-man-7301e6cc0df8