that feel when someone you had a one night stand with years ago is now married to the woman he started dating after that, and it’s not that you’re jealous of them specifically or marriage generally, or feel anything but a general goodwill toward someone you never really knew but know even less now, but that you suddenly become very aware of the passing of linear time.

realizing just how long ago it was that I was a girl in a tiled vestibule, that in the time since a particular phone call, republics have risen and fallen. I have risen in and fallen out of love so many times, large, and small. always managing to feel so young and like so much time has passed. 

huh.