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The Question That Stops the Show for More Than a Moment

Don’t ask me that. It’s been ten years
of nothing but the future. Having no
present is death, don’t you think? I
certainly do. Nothing but future
(goals, what would have seemed so
easy in the past, or doable, with age
become more and more difficult to reach,
and then impossible), looking back on the
past, which held so much future but, more
amazing was the now of it all. The now 

of almost everything. Or it seems that
way presently. Due to the distinct lack 

of anything resembling life occurring 

at present, given that it’s just me 

here. There is potential, but that 

potential weakens into teases, 

taunts, and inevitably...