I had an accident a moment ago. Just 17 years since my car collided head on with that truck. The doctor says I hit my head and something in my brain that deals with memory and time has gone upside down. I look at the clock and the seconds never seem to pass, but the calendar flips its pages like a discarded newspaper blowing in the wind. The eggs I had in the morning was another life, eons past, but I can taste the cake for my 7th birthday as if I just put down the fork.
The accident, the pain, the flames, they used to be lost in deep time. As the days pass I feel more and more like I just got carried out of the wreckage. But I don’t fear death anymore. When I was younger the grim reaper was like a constant companion. Now he’s accelerating away at light speed, soon to disappear over the horizon.