I like to try to look back.
But only sometimes. You
must think me wildly nostalgic.
Or vain. Vanity used to grab me
by the collar and shout “Look
around you!” So I did. In short,
there’s always plenty to see, even
from here, where I’ve sat now for
several years. It’s a tiny view, no
matter how you count it; vertical,
horizontal. With such angles you’d
think the walls would be closing in on
us. On us. On me, is of course what
I meant. I’d call this my onus opus.
