Doctor’s said time would be my best friend, the brain would slowly heal. I can’t imagine life without time, so immersed in it our identity. Science today questions times existence. I’ve always been taken by doubt. Today I wonder if my incessant questioning is a consequence of coma, my uncertainty. Since coma I’ve become obsessed with the past. Perhaps I always was, with historic events that formed my identity. Recalling them, when I can, has helped in my reconstruction of self.