— that time you looked at me, regret splintering within your distant gaze, you said you remembered everything. but did you really? what I remember is that exhibition, where time was represented as an unbroken swirl. past, present, future: they fuse as chaotically as the particles of the universe. and if you stand inverted, facing those waves that outline our memories, a new perspective comes through each time.
you can say it again to me — everything, all over again.
baby g’s diary 