Kitchen Light, Friday Night

The lights are all turned off
I’m sitting at the table, looking at the facebook photos of
Old classmates, acquaintances, and friends of friends
I still know what my closest friends are doing
I see them very occasionally
So I don’t look at their photos
Instead I see people I don’t think about often
But were part of my reality back then
I suppose they are the same people, biologically speaking
But I can’t even remember myself,
Let alone what they were

--Jim Rasdul

yeah

I love reality--someone's always got it figured out, while no one else does.