Someone pressed pause and fast forward on the tape deck and some gears got irreparably jammed.

Honestly.

I have no idea when most events took place in the past (almost 5) years without looking it up.

The pandemic absolutely destroyed my concept of time.

I try to think back to March, April, and I can’t remember anything that happened during those months.

I can’t remember who, but Somebody once told me, “The years start coming and they don’t stop coming.”

Memories are the junk draw of the mind. They get tossed away with no particular order, and sometimes they stick together or wear down and hard to distinguish. Every once in a while, we’ll open the drawer and nonchalantly rummage through it, but then give up because of the beautiful disaster it has become.

Oh I wish I had your perception of time

The lack of capitalization unexpectedly triggered me.