I wish I was consistent.
Every time I try to re-construct the skeletons of things I left half way, I lose track....
Of time, of the world around me.
I stop and go back to the world, temporarily forgetting the incomplete skeleton.
It's been a while now, I don't have the skeletons anymore. They are dust, non existent.
All I have is ghosts from the past, urging me to start again