so much as the memory of that time.
it was about two years ago surely... no not quite... i hadn't even reached poland by that time.
had you?
everything feels so long ago - even age is an indeterminate measure for a state in which i feel myself passing from the instant i arrive.
by and by i come.
i laugh in loops and the original sounds like an echo. as though the present is so fleeting it must be reminded of its actions. it comes back to me in circles. in shallow afterthoughts - that i am happy because i hear my laugh.
twice i have thought so.
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