setup, framed, like black metal around old movie posters, like a director's hands, forefinger and thumb shaped like an 'L', like informants and dons, drug dealers and hitmen, is it that over, that not here and done with, it's not necessary, unnecessary, like newspapers in a forest fire, like a keyboard on a server. i'd like to believe in love, and happiness, but not in that way. i'm good now, with a computer under my fingers, a frisbee not far away, an apartment to live in, and friends to live with. complications? why bother? why bother anyway? have i forgetten, the lore, the legend, the myth, what it's like, it's been so long, an eyebrow, a cheek, lips, and more, what was it like? what is it like? memories clouding, dreams of things that never happened yesterday, remember it