I remember now, looking at a picture, felt like walking in a dream, we were on a hike, Karen had died, the sun was going down, the trail would soon go dark, we would hear an owl call another owl, and we would peer toward the sound, and it's weeks later, it's now, and will be past as soon as I write it, in the imaginary, drifting in space, and I'm going back in my mind, aware you can't go back, and the criminal government is shut down, and it's still an entity, attacking its own people now, and still committing genocide in Palestine and threatening the whole earth, and we're all in our separate homes if we're home, and even if we're home we're wondering where are we.