time travel.

you got an extra hour, duders.
i hope y'all didn't waste it sleeping.

i wasted mine,
but with wide-awakefulness,
and counterproductive pervasive perverse pensive perspicacity.
for serious.
an extra hour.
or, at any rate, a returned hour.
just sayin',
we gave this year a summer one a ways back,
it saved it for us during the daylight.
but that's finally over and done with, now that the dark and the cold have come callin'.
thanks, november!
just when we were used to the comparative brightness,
we'll get an eyeful of lightlessness, sooner than later,
in a while-you-were-sleeping switch-up.
tricky.
*
i suppose you could say that since we've turned back time,
we're sort of living in the past, huh?
weird.
though to be fair,
i've been doing that for a whole year already.
awwwwwwwwwwww, man.
november is the worst, and what's more?
november is not invited, neighbors.
that's real.
hard styles and hard hearts and clock hands spinning righty-tighty around the outside
and long nights made even longer by sixty solid minutes;
and traveling.
backwards.
which is not the same as being homeward bound,
or even retracing your steps to find what you've lost.
it's just facing forward but moving the opposite direction.
time travel, my ninjas.
we picked a time that didn't matter, and bounced back to relive it from behind our eyelids.
that's just great.
we were only about 8,760 hours short of going far enough back to make any difference at all.
...holy F*!
like i said-
november is SO the worst.
that's real.
a little more of it, every year, just makes it that much worse.
the object is more, indeed.
more of all of this.
an even darker place, an even shorter day, an even longer night.
it's all really happening.
old, busted, broken, but still better than the alternatives.
that's about as optimistic as it gets today.
better than not being, but not much more;
never quiet, never soft.....