things are such that twenty-somethings now look back
on their middle school years as 'good old days'...oh each head
stores what it knows and knows what it stores...at the speed of Light...
which nothing but Time can surpass...or rather...the suspension of Time...
so long again old bygone world
no longer any places
to physically go to...
they're all gone
but for perhaps
one more generation or so
images of that world will
exist in the private galleries
of each mind who lived in it...
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