Good Grief 18

It's very strange watching the overlay of memories. Looking back becomes a peculiar sequence and you can almost tell your brain is trying really hard to work it all out, trying desperately to put some sense and order into things that are probably essentially chaotic ... this time last year it was like this, and the year before this point was like that and then the year before that ... well, it was another world, another life ... was that really my world, really my life? And what now, what is this now, what on earth is this... what planet have I been transported to in this world of many dimensions?