is Alexei Nemchenko
With each permanent home becoming temporary
It is a difficult feat to accomplish
Names, faces, all familiar
Yet they spark no impulses
In the limbic system
Divided not only by space
But by a troublesome indifference
Brewed by years of separation
Absolutely regrettable
Absolutely regretted
There was a time
When blood was more than a liquid
It was a wire running through our souls
Without bandwith limits
Until age and distance and solitude arrived
Simultaneously
Without warning
Without mercy
