Time warp

What happens to 20 years?
A lost memory of an idea that lurks in the alleys of Hong Kong - of cockroaches dancing to midnight traffic - and me out of the way, hiding under the covers up to my nose.  Just enough to breathe but not enough to talk.
What happens to decisions not made?
What happens to the unraveled ends of our frayed choices just waiting to get stuck in something.
I feel like I'm living out days waiting for the inevitable snag. And then the recoil.

But life has a way of compressing time and throwing fragments of past at just the right velocity to make you look back and wonder ...