(I did it my)wayback machine

...far away, on an alternate internet...

frag(me)nted deflections of experience creating a netscape (do you remember?) of

missing links [here] [down here] missing jpgs missing me [everyware]

those pasts pasted on a flat screen lock (all the possible) me out
into this locked-in locked-down present in which someone asks: “are personal ucronias escapism?”