I wonder, sometimes, what it is that connect us,to who we used to be,other thanfragile memory,often rewrittenor willfully forgot.was it me — or someone else —who was here before?i think i am me now.but i probably thought so then too.so what connects those me’s i cannot say.the answer,it would seem,must lie in the simple wisdomof
topsy turvy, upside down, inside out, and backwords. beaten up, broken down, undernourished, and over fed. overweight, out of shape, unaware? don’t care! head down, eyes closed, over worked, and underpaid. manipulated, lied to, used, abused, and discarded. It all just seems so gross, rude, uncalled-for and stupid.