Here am I, Mateo, caught in this particular stretch of time and wanting to be in another moment instead
Moi, l'autre hiver, plus sourd que les cerveaux d'enfants
Somehow a better time, free from the dullness of hearing this guy
Read aloud from his self-absorbed memoir
Why should we care about this? I'm thinking
A moment from the past? That's not possible. To skip forward to the future?
That will happen anyway if I wait long enough
That's the nature of the passage of time
Like complaining that life is crappy, but also too short!
We'll get there soon enough, and it won't necessarily be pretty
Me, in another Winter, deafer than the brains of little children.