timelines, plans, and reminders. where you've come from, where you are, and where you're going. three questions. three different ghosts of christmas. place. placement in relation. relation among peers. and a vector. always. did i imagine this time, to be in this place? 10 years ago, what would i have imagined? and what happened to those dreams? are they written down somewhere, easily searched, why won't google come index my journals and diaries, but those answers i can find. that letter, from so long ago, written to selves, of imagined futures. how long? when do those show up? what will they contain? how far have i drifted from the path i thought i was on? forced to converge, to meet again, to check odometers, bumpers, check for scratches, under the hood, kicking the tires, where's it been, how's the wear and tear, how's it hold up? imagined and pretended and projected value and worth, kelly's blue or green book, which stock to hold, which stock to sell. and what next? who knows, but all these lines that divert, the diaspora, it's not parallel, the directions taken the length of lines, and above all the speed, for speed is the defining measure, but it's the individuality, it's the uniqueness, the differences that are enjoyed, and cherished, relished and more.