Do you sometimes feel as though in your life, you lose time? You don’t lose them in the way that they fly by you, you lost time when you’re unable to remember certain moments or points of your life, which when tried they’re nothing but empty spaces of whiteness. I think I lost time. The last real memory of anything I had was the reeling of love in bed after a brief awkward telephone conversation. It only happened a minute ago because now I’m here, using my hands to reel a second time of the bait I lost to the fishes in the ocean. I’ve a long way to go, more reels to take in, more breaths to hold, more seaweed to pull. I don’t think we lose time like that, we only lose ourselves of the moments.