There is nothing like a retrospective to take you out of time
Where do we go, when we go back?
I wanna know, where do we go?
If I leave this place too long,
can I still come back?
Or will I become some
retrospectral
memory of
me
Some sorry pseudo self
and signing out
apocryphally yours
I think
I will
stay
thank you very much
for the invitation
into collective checking out
like Robert Frost
the road less traveled
this moment
is my route
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