How long does a memory stay still in us? Before a fence becomes a crane, or chairs into a boat. How long does it take to change into something other than what it was? While it stays into our pitcher of bones, saliva, pleura and earth. Sometimes my memories run away, and my legs can’t reach them. They come out of a winter coat and go blindly to the sea. The girl and the old woman who live in me seem to tell the same story. Yesterday and tomorrow they become entangled in my mouth, as if nothing were still true, as if everything were still true.