The past and future are ever-present. As allegorical as that may sound, it really isn’t. What matters is always in the present, whether that represents a notion of the past or an expectation of the future. But to not talk about the past, or one’s hopes for the future is to not acknowledge an important part of your present and what makes you who you are now. Like an imprint of an imagined life, that in retrospect seems so real and almost tangible, overlaying what you consider to be you in the now, these other interpretations of your selfhood as past and present selves become a convenient adjunct to purposeful transition from one memory to another. Linked together, remembered and projected in ensemble these memories form the pattern of a life which carries your stamp, your mark of recognition though no time has actually passed.