Everything around you, they say, is just a reflection of your life. And life happens so quickly so that when you look back, as if looking from the backseat from a fast moving car, you see it unspooling behind you, life. It goes so damn fast.
I’m not asking life to stop. Or even to slow down. I’m just asking myself not to look back. But I can’t help it.
Yes, you can, my friend Joe says. Joe is an old man who can say anything he wants and he says memories are just Twinkies–those little soft killer-cakes that I never much cared for.
And that’s your problem, he says off my dislike of Twinkies. You never much cared for your life either he adds, with a wink.
A winkie, I call it.