My father has quickly faded from my life. It's almost as if he hardly existed. The twenty years I took care of him after my mother’s death is now reduced to one bad dinner party where I had to sit for a few hours next to a talkative, self-important guest. As I get older, whole decades are being reduced to a single day. My undergraduate years are now only a cloudy afternoon. My time writing in Hollywood now a half-hour sitcom. All those years of teaching have been reduced to a long faculty meeting. All the places I've lived are now a single room. Someday soon, my retirement will be only a cup of morning coffee and a sweet bun.
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