blasts from the past, views into other worlds, disconnected by time and space, and windows open, and glimpses, and actually, what's wanted, what's desired, is pictures, actual views, actual visual documentation of life that's lived, the progress of time and the gathering of wisdom, and maybe more so how people look now, how they've changed, whether their travels are carried in their smile creases, or if, by the smile in a photo, you can imagine how happy they are, and how much life has been good. but sometimes the internet comes through, sometimes, others forces hands to be played, maybe even without knowledge, and suddenly oversharing is the normal, the watched, the worded, and smiled upon. only a few left, but curious still the same, and wondering, if and when, and waiting, patiently, for the inevitable