That is what it feels like.
And for a bit of word play, how much Time Weft?
I look at this Alphabet Soup quilt as so long go, and in the background, something more present. But in reality, also so long ago. I woke again at 4 AM, asking where exactly am I , and who the hell am I ? Or more precisely, what will I become? Becoming. Is there such a thing? Is there time for that ? Perhaps change is just a point of view.
It's mostly quilting that needs to be done here. Might not take too long, but one thing often leads to another, like meeting an old self head on.