Chronosthesia Cultivating

I'm back in some swing of resistance training, walking and a morsel of socialising.

A food delivery bicycle zipped past me and started the spike, or ping more like. 

For a split second I felt full array 14. The hormones and quease. Growl.

I scooped the opportunity quick. "I was 14 just then knowing full well I am 47" 

I had to terrace up on that because I'm 50.

All just circuitry diagrams for the cultivation of high order periodic discrete transchronoceptive! Or tachypsychia with curatant agency but ok. 

Or chronosthesia.

I am now on my sofa lazing head sloped back, staring. I am array 12 years old. My name, anglified, is Anthony. The suburb is Cabramatta West. I don't know who the prime minister is. The Scheiderian First rank interpretation is a fail and Shirley McClain is my gf. I don't get to basic program my own vz 200 8k computer game until 1985.

While typing that last paragraph I had a photographic image of me as a baby but that's an ambitious hypertranscendental ping: for top polling. 

Image: Dirac Comb (double smoothness time and frequency)