ah, alas, there is no going back. as you learned on the trip from which you are now returning, even if your body feels the presence of the past, whether through the bittersweet malaise of nostalgia or through the thoughtless assimilation into old habits absently resumed when visiting places you once lived, the future is still inevitable. the bad will still happen, even if the sleepy college towns of the world feel as though they have eschewed the passage of time.