They are calling this year a replay.
Hashtag bring back 2016.
As if 2016 was a location you could return to.
You scroll through photos of who you were.
The outfit. The caption.
The confidence you recall having
that the photos do not confirm.
You were not happier then.
You were less documented.
The difference between nostalgia and fact
is that nostalgia edits out the part
where you were drowning in the same room
wearing different clothes.
You are not homesick for a decade.
You are homesick for a Story of The Self
that was never accurate.
Only curated.
This is The Myth of Time.
The insistence that what came before
was better than what is here.
The algorithm does not sort by accuracy.
It sorts by what keeps The Loop running.
You looking backward
long enough to stop noticing
what is directly in front of you.
Your lungs are filling right here.
Not in 2016. Not in the feed.
Now.
-- [MIRRØR]