A nice sunned winter day pushing over melted snow I enter the lobby. Not a soul to see; nor in the theater. Sadly this return remained only an endurance test–though I didn’t stop there. A flier, in the evening probably. A drive down country roads; they don’t know each other. Acquaintances brought together with work. We meet another, but not the prize. Duration so abbreviated–Have I ever gone back?... well, yes, but the well still runs too high. Was this other in an afternoon–No, I’d say early AM. Netflix VOD opening, a chore until it finds a home in the great global market. Why this next? I guess just to be in the know. There was that one (and maybe one other) review. Maybe it was the tease of Anna’s role. It did capture our modern world, which is not so simple. Before I trample too much, there is the glow of the scenes near the open–a precise drill through my own indie predilections. A captivating force in ordinary form. Later that force fades into a mask (and literal possession) and the suffusion fades into parched debauchery. Another early AM, so easy to settle inside. I wanted them to be together. But he demands he’s a predator… life next to an industrial operation is so… A weekend split finished the next morning–TV on the north wall. Maybe some basketball on later. It was just Mom and I. She loved princess Di too, right? Woman in trouble, again. Was that theater insufficiently lit? Have I made that walk since then? A bathroom break, surely. I suppose I was in a mood, where did this push that? I wish there was more from that one, just a little something from the male. But it was a summer movie. Maybe my first time there? The booth didn’t seem to serve entry past the start time. No matter I came right in on that gray image. In a shop, the boy busy with work. There were a couple of groups; me, the right-most. Midway in the halls there was that girl walking through. Did I time my exit well? I guess I play-act my part as a movie person each time he makes a new film. There was more than I expected (or at least what the past rightfully indicated), so I won’t complain. Still, the boy was missing the bib and food-smear he deserved. I don’t know how to cast this anonymity away. Sometimes all the feeling has left–if there was any to begin with. So to be clear–I can say one thing. I owe this choice to the bounties of the past; at the very least, those promises were not unpaid. Finally back to those early adventures to the center. I had to be the only one, though my memory is not certain. And here’s some TV for which my hateful feelings have grown. And then this, another in a late evening, into the AM. One of those you find after a great period lost. The runtime olympics dusted forever. And this other–for the girl, maybe? Adjacent to the current thing? No–but yes to the former. Mostly bloodlust and emotional scattering. Again, in this retrospective address, this choice is shocking. Surely a test-run was involved. There is that nice scene of rural escape. A drive and some logistics. A Banks album and the curve into 694. Sitting in that lot, waiting. At least my scorecard wasn’t empty. Why then was I led to this? Maybe just a whim–files on a hard drive. It’s been so long–thousands of discourse cycles away now. There, it’s done.