A spot of melancholy, arrived, ticket gifted, an unexpected visit, and a desire to leave, yet a bit of apprehension, maybe I should stay awhile, since it's been awhile, and take a look around, again, for the upteenth time. There's no growth, no development, no change, it's revisiting the past, rewinding the tape, restoring state. but there's something about it, melancholy, something homey, not quite right, but fitting, even without a reason, or maybe just an easy place to return, an old habit, former stomping grounds, old haunts, where it's easy to get around, you know the shortcuts, where everybody knows your name. but waiting for something to pulle me out, just as quickly as I got dragged in, but I have no idea what form of entertainment would do it? Or if I need to embrace it and burn it out like a fever.