The older we get,
the less snapshots taken
Time collapses leaving only fragments. Years pass between seeing some and it's like they aged before your eyes. I'm not even familiar with that face in the mirror. The older we get, the less brain snapshots taken and like a movie film with missing frames, time seems to accelerates. Sometimes I stare monotonously at a moment just to reset my bearing, for time leaves all behind and marches ever on. Only the dead are free in anonymity.