blind corner,
I peer around the edge.
This isn't the right view!?
...and the sounds, or lack there of...
What date is it?
Where am I?
This isn't the trail of breadcrumbs I've been following.
The birds must have pecked them away.
I put one honest foot in front of the other
and somehow I've not ended up here.
I'm neither here nor there,
but somewhere else entirely.
I don't know this place,
and my gut says I don't want to.
...lacking in persons, or people.
I sit in a wrong but familiar room.
Time will reveal a new plot,
but for the moment, I'm in the twist.
nodus tollens
n. the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore—that although you thought you were following the arc of the story, you keep finding yourself immersed in passages you don’t understand, that don’t even seem to belong in the same genre—which requires you to go back and reread the chapters you had originally skimmed to get to the good parts, only to learn that all along you were supposed to choose your own adventure.
