The hiatus is over at least for now. Dislocations is
dislocating again. Things will be a little different though, least for a while.
It is always thus, with a while, with time. We can’t isolate our relationships lovers
or family members or friends from time; yet if time defines those
relationships, the relationship diminishes. Resisting the lure of nostalgia
takes willpower, but ultimately nostalgia erodes the very happiness where
nostalgia originated. This mailbox used to be an address. This mailbox used to
hold bills, cards, supermarket circulars and summer camp letters. Everyone is gone who remembers to whom that
mail was addressed. Everyone who ever sent mail here is now dead.
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