All the times I used to live

This book is one moment and many. Captured in a flow of words, without stopping and yet dis-continuous. Forgotten the time where thoughts hindered the creative output. Remembered the times I used to live. Treasured past. Cursed moment. The freedom is now, gone, future.
A work of art. A work of fiction. Something to behold, let go and transform one-self with. Use to be used. Tried to be tried. Tired to be tired and courageous to be courageous. The truth is for those who like to hear it, to indulge with it and to succumb to it.
There is definitely something to learn here, if one has the patience to persist and the will to dive into the scattered mind of the author.