Time is a constant. It moves forward, even if we do not want it to. The seconds, minutes, hours, days and years pass. March on, time must.
Aging is inevitable. The once-tight skin loosens. The once-loose jeans tighten. The once-tight screws of a sharp mind come loose, eventually.
Forgetting is often wished to be optional. It is often forced by the passing of time — the constant — and aging — the inevitable. Sometimes, time becomes a variable when forgetfulness is staved off by medication and constant flow of IV, as if to nurse faint memories.
Sitting on a corn flake. Waiting for the van to come. 😉
(note: this one’s written after a very tiring 10-hour drive)