Bucky shakes his head, finally getting to his point.

"That's the thing. Before I came here, a month felt long. I was used to living a couple weeks at a time, not remembering anything before it."

He puts his hands in his pockets and takes a breath.

"I realized it felt different when people got older and younger all of a sudden, in December. When I could remember my whole life, a year didn't seem so long. A week was more like a blink."