(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?”