more or less

(right now)

is one
of those

strange times

when
the nostalgias run together

and

it becomes impossible

(right now)

to tell:
this day
this hour
this drive
this sunset
this hunger
this moment
from any other.

this could have been anybody.

any mind

any personality
any collection of thoughts
clumped together into
a ball dense enough
to call reality.

six billion
people

(right now)

feeling

joy/pain/anger/sadness/lust/love

(right now)

in every:
language
place
way
silence

one can imagine.

does that
make it less?