Back from a stay in the hospital which had my musings over life amplify to unbelievable rate (no, am not a hypochondriac), a poignant question imposes itself on most of the hours I now spend awake during the night. A question which has been tormenting many since day 1 of creation, so not so original again, but hey, it's mine to ask:

where do all things go when they go?

to further illustrate my meaning to you: according to the song, they come back someday.

i took a trip back in time and was shocked.

i bet 9 out of 10 people i used to know AND remember now, do not know who I am.
sad but life? hmmm
by the way, i did go down and under. am not a survivor