i do not know how to get back there. arrive where i
once was? impossible perhaps. unthinkable. barbaric.
continue to write these reports, file them away, here
digitally, not to worry anymore. i can look back, and
feel some thing, a resemblance within the cloud of
past actualities. if i were here any longer, i would have an impact, though seeing as nothing happens now,
this existence is unreal, or futile, or even worse.