Like fireflies, each moment explodes and fades, catching our attention. We’re never aware of how fast they’re dying. But unlike fireflies, moments are uncontainable. No mason-jar can hold them tightly enough, and no memory is ever as real. You just let them flicker and fade.

Twelve packs, six packs, twenty ounces, two bags of ice, a cooler, and six packs of cigarettes. Fill the tank of gas to the brim. Make the gas pedal and the floorboard consummate. Let songs stretch your voice into a yell, let life stretch time into a DeLorean. Hit …