On days like these, my memories are re-runs of my old life that went off the air seasons ago.
They play on a HD wide-screen tv, inches from my face.
Only I'm watching them upside-down, the volume's turned up but I can't hear anything, everyone's speaking in a language I can't understand--nothing has subtitles.
And then before I get afraid that while running to the future I accidentally ran back into the past. It's gone like smoke and the present blurs back into focus.