we come back here again. trying to think of something just beyond the border of our thinking. we're on the verge of something, or we like to think. we are, because we come back here again. this is where we were remembering, like trying. to recall something we missed the first time memory slipped into the surrounding narrative. we know this one thing, and much more, but this one thing, we don't want to live in cop city. always, always there was something left behind, left nowhere i mean, that left, something we couldn't think of here.