there seems to be three bits of me at any one time
THE PAST – memories float and bob about, happy things once done, friends met and conversations spoken. Food for the mental mill to grind. Sometimes I can’t leave the past behind.
THE FUTURE – what’s to be done? I’m always thinking ahead, planning too much, It can breed an anxiety syndrome, and there’s nothing worse than a “Getting Things Done” too much philosophy. Aiming big, big personal goals.
the present – the ever daunting now. Shake off boredom, look for titillating stuff, The monkey mind with his too curious fingers. Slap it down, get things settled.
The tripartite existence … when did it dawn on you? There must be some point as a child (3, 5 years old?) when the functions of memory and a future time become lodged in inexorably as mental modules.
Always switching from one tense to another. So tense.