Approaching the close of another year.
They seem to come more quickly the older I get.
(What? Already? Again?)
It's a common observation of those who've lived this long:
Time continues to expand endlessly,
then at some point collapses
into a day, or a life, or a moment.
And there is no time,
only memories...
endlessly.
[First posted: December 30, 2014]
