last night i played a game with the moon. it was mine, purple, lighted, sideways. we were chasing each other, up and down, through trees and over them, the way children do, the way they might want to. last night i remembered where i had put my heart and i picked it up again. it is mended to my chest now, less simple than before, more complicated. last night, all that i might ever have wished to happen did, my life lived over in the seventeen seconds before the day exploded, the marked passage of time. and i think that life is just a process of rememberance of all the things you already knew, all the things you were born holding. i am remembering them now, i think, or trying to.