There is a curious dichotomy of the juxtaposition of time as linear and time as partitioned and chunked- i have lived continuously and changed gradually as me throughout life to who i am now, and yet i seem very dissimilar from portions of myself at previous snippets of my life, almost as if it wasnt me or didnt happen, even though i have those memories, and know that they are more than Matrix-esque conjure...ments of my brain. Those memories are part of me and have formed who I am, and yet I could not imagine myself who I am now living in the position of me in high school, grade school, or as a child. I dont feel like any of those former images of me and yet I do remember being that person. And even though I have changed so drastically over the course of the various chunks of my life, I can never remember a moment or even short period of my life where I really changed much. Yet here I am and in the future will be, never really changing but always ending up changed.