How long has it been since the last time I wrote some feels?

Hell, when was the last time I came home?

Everything is just as I left it... I think...

This place... stuck in time...

Like a picture, this is a fragment of myself, an introspective process of
remembrance...

My plant must be as good as dead, of course... I think I remember planting it
on Halloween... some time before the pandemic...

Once I'm done home, I should walk the town, and see what's new...