
Where Is My Place I creased the page to mark my place, but when I returned the fold had disappeared and I was unsure, unsure if I had found it. I scratched my head and pondered, was it really my place, the place I’d once inhabited in times past. It didn’t seem quite right. Perhaps I’d moved on too quickly, turned over two pages instead of one. Perhaps I should go back, retrace my steps rethink where I should be. Rethink where I should look. Rethink where I should look to find my place. https://creativetalentsunleashed.com/2018/06/17/anthology-release-essential-existentialism-the-meaning-of-life/