I am constantly feeling as if I am 29 all the time. On bad days I feel like 32. Today I feel like 39. I think I have no chronological age. That in my mind would mean I am able to sort my life into a linear sequence of moments I do remember. I've never been able to do that. There are bulks of memories of different times that clump together like as a close to present entity and some that are farer away and in between there are big voids. My personal time seems like bunches of cow dung. Connected by remains of straw.