the trouble with snapshots
is who has the time to look back
through them?
of course one does encounter
such here, each one this one-
way ticket to reverie, but
when the inbox is slowly
molding while the Web seems
to catch altogether too many
insects my temptation is to
take only photos with recipients
in mind, perform ever for
the present, never for the
future past,
but maybe the
synthetic synthesis solution
precipitate is to keep treasured
media medeas mediums
as terraria, mossy and full of
earthen scent; bring back the
time capsule, write letters to the
future self who thinks they'll
never get around to reading them,
because someday they will.
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