When did it all close down?
When did everything change?
How is it I cannot recognize anything?
Why is it that nostalgia keeps trying to replace reality?
Am I the only one with all these questions?
Does this mean I am not a true writer?
Because I question rather than answer?  assume?  opinionate?
Am I a coward because I dare not to presume I know those answers?
or refuse to be self-absorbed enough to declare my opinion valid?

 
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(written in little notebook)