Oblivio: Stories and such by Michael Barrish

Do you ever wonder, sometimes, perhaps at the end of a day you have spent alone, if your future self is remembering you as you are at this moment? Looking over your metaphorical shoulder? like a ghost haunting you, unable to speak, but able to observe everything as it unfolds? painfully aware of all you might be doing—painfully aware of every decision you are making: literally a slave to all you are doing! to truly remember—that is what i believe it means to truly remember: to haunt one’s past, literally there in every sense of the word; so entirely present that THE past self you are remembering begins to feel a chill, as if its future self were just about to say hello… a thing which will happen only once : when we die, and crash like test cars into the one future self that has been waiting for us all along…