How much time do we get?
Only with death, do you see time for what it is. You are re-introduced to what you had and how you spent it. You re-evaluate, recalculate, reorder. When it’s all taken away, there is lingering clarity.
Years double back and skip forward.
So, did you get weeks or centuries? Only seconds? How quickly did it go? When did it leave you?
Trust me, the world, in relationship to the time a dead man spent in it, reassembles. Sometimes, a memory gets confused. Stuck, like an ice-cube in your windpipe in its hurry to find place. Lost, now too big to fit where it should, the moment takes a different shape. Maybe it assumes a giant importance. Maybe it get thrown out all-together. My point is, when time's running out, it always re-calibrates.
Really, how long do you feel you got?
Have you seen my father’s ghost?
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