Excepting a few unusually salient memories, I feel wholly disconnected from who I used to be. Episodic. This does not distress me, and I have difficulty imagining my life holistically or construed as a narrative. That said, it seems strange that I envision my future as a perfectly diachronic expansion of myself, presently. When I imagine the future I see the person I am right now. This intuitive diachronicity appears shakily irrational when examined. Because if I feel nothing for my past selves, who will my present self be to me in so many years? And what do I owe him?