My phone is ringing so I check the display it's not a call centre in a land far away it's not a politician a phish or a scam it's a real person who knows who I am. And now someone else I actually know is calling to chat like we used to do before everything stopped and we went inside waiting for covid to subside. And now through the phone and into my brain the past is calling me back again digging up dreams rearranging my thoughts jiggling memories connecting the dots. Squaring up the future lining up my mind with dates and commitments all neatly defined. and it's looking like maybe we're going back once more and soon we'll be living like we did before. Which I would deplore.