They say `never go back` don`t they?
Perhaps go back soon rather than later would be preferable - what with the vernier adjustments going on in the infrastructure that cause increasing dissonance with formed internal associations.
You might think at this point that the current falling off the fruit cake - in the shop you walked past yesterday might not matter. Might not register that is - with the pre formed snapshot taken by the mind the day before.
Never mind that the mind its self is like a plate spinning on a magicians pole - with it`s own struggle to hold onto reality augmented and subsumed by seratonin - depending on whether you had a satsuma or not for breakfast.
So he went back. (for this is a true story about him) To Monte Cassino of all places, on a push bike too (pedals and all that) for he was a cyclist.
A long trip and it had been planned for many a year, slipping to decades, but left far two late.
No one there knew him as he went around the village in which he had been stationed in WW2.
Because life`s vernier screw had been turning and although only a current fell off a cake the day after his departure - in the next 35 years it was tabula rasa - and a complete re write of all the software and most of the hardware in the village.
He knew no one and the very streets had seemed to change, as the internal plate-on-stick tried hard to come up with a match to yesteryear`s internal snap shot.
Too late, Far too late. So he told me and he was wizened by age, at the point of the telling and held his neck at an odd angle following a severe `dive over the bars` two hundred yards from his house - on that very return from the venture.
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