Time and memory: two of the most bizarre aspects of human existence. No, I'm no scientist or philosopher or anything. But I know time and memory are the only things I don't know how to explain. That I can't really write or talk about them without sounding stupid. They're just kind of there. They don't always go by the rules people have made up for them. They don't always make sense. Sometimes, there are holes in time and memories. Or there are stretches in them that people can't explain. Whatever happens, whatever was real or unreal or something in between . . . I don't know. I can't remember, anymore. I can't recall a thing. Because time's spinning backward, it seems, and as I even think these things, I can't recall what I've just thought milliseconds before. Back to the beginning.