many futures that didn't happen, or happened out of sight, without our knowing or involvement, yet we were meanwhile, we felt more and more full, befuddled, maybe they just haven't happened yet as we sense something happening in the periphery, maybe in the next life, imagining moondog in new york for instance in the '70's, unstuck in the proverbial midwest, unremembered, memorable, idiosyncrasies. the discomfiting natural sense of having been meant to write something else.