[they never said when] "Life is a matter of living." "Sure, but how does one live?" "By not holding on to the past." "But the past is what makes us." "Indeed...but it's also what breaks us." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And it's true. The past is a vile thing. a festering thing. A thriving thing. Stuck way down deep in your belly. Burning. Rotting. Pulling. Complicating everything. Making it all seem so phony. and distant. O. The past. What a wicked web. It weaves. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You said you loved me!" "I've said a lot of things." "But you said you meant it." "I'm sure I did." "What do I do now?" "Move the fuck on..." DFN.