My present moment is richly detailed as is my far off past, but my near future and near past is like walking through railway cars every six seconds or so, leaving behind the near past behind doors that close unless I make it a point to keep them propped open
consequently, there is a newness to every single moment – sometimes it’s an oppressive newness but usually it’s very pleasant and surprising
[unless I’m carrying with me a ‘mood’ from railway car to railway car]