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Alice Through the Looking Glass got me to think a lot while I was on my way home. Sure, it's a hollow, lousy Hollywood mashup, but it got me thinking about Time, nevertheless.

"You're not the same as you were before," he said. You were much more...muchier...you've lost your muchness."

I'm afraid so.

All there is, was - all the what ifs, could'ves, would'ves and should'ves, they do keep you up at night, no? And we all wonder where Time has fled.

Is it possible that I'm losing my mojo? And how do I get it back? Maybe the universe is telling me that I need to shut the fuck up and get out of this limbo, ASAP.

I miss writing.
And the search continues.