it's always tricky, even when it's not. and when the fog comes i look out and see only fog, until i go into it, though it clears a space around me, it lingers up ahead and all around. it lingers when the sun comes. it lingers like a metaphor dissipated with time and experience and disillusionment. we feel hard time coming, and we feel hard time when it's been, we just can't see it what we're in.