invented nostalgia
projections of the future from a projected past
i long for longed for longing
you get the picture
sealed in an envelope
you and me
a train in woods on tracks in snow falling
you get the picture
nuclear fallout
that kind of nostalgia
snapped with a panasonic
snapped with a polaroid
you get the picture
moving immovable objects
tied my hands to the tree
worry for the burn
wonder how many have vanished
only the few
it isn't you
it isn't me
