February 26-March 4
A string of mornings mimicking each other different just so bombard the everyday. Everything is the same; nothing is like it was. Once. Twice, several times, a few forgotten. Enmeshed, entwined you twist and turn knotting it all until it breaks free of you.
Above it all, the bannered hosts are more clearly seen. Give them names, have them be where you want to be. They care not for you.
Where to go from here? To pretend there isn’t elsewhere? To abandon? Set the house in order before you torch it. Never look back, you are Cortez with nothing to conquer.