“The day he first told me he was starting to disappear I didn’t believe him & so he stopped & held his hand up to the sun & it was like thin paper in the light & finally I said you seem very calm for a man who is disappearing & he said it was a relief after all those years of trying to keep the pieces of his life in one place.

Later on, I went to see him again & as I was leaving, he put a package in my hand. This is the last piece of my life, he said, take good care of it & then he smiled & was gone & the room filled with the sound of the wind & when I opened the package there was nothing there

& I thought there must be some mistake or maybe I dropped it & I got down on my hands & knees & looked until the light began to fade & then slowly I felt the pieces of my life fall away gently & suddenly I understood what he meant & I lay there for a long time crying & laughing at the same time.”

~ “Disappearing” by Brian Andreas {storypeople}

a year ago to the date, i wrote today’s fortune. mostly now i stumble across dates accidentally. they trip me up in the most surprising way. dates and times and places and dreams become memories attached to me in my sometimes detachment. drifting like balloons tied to a child’s wrist.

it’s amazing to me how through time everything changes and everything stays the same.
and that’s all i have to say about that.