reminded by the rejected now wondering what, if anything, has altered, but words and the circle and something someone once called time.
things seem to be like that, at least, and stability depends on the foundation which depends on what is around it and what is upon it. water can be firmer than cement under the right conditions; usually it is wet.
a simple note, word, look can make the scene. today i wonder if perhaps i have played something sour and the rejected has made me the rejector.