I wonder if this is a compromise—some admission of defeat or some acknowledgment that we never achieved this dream—or if it is, in some way, a purer form of it. I wonder if I am simply keeping some old memory alive, trying to revisit some old glue from a time when we used to play all the time, or if this is something else. I wonder if maybe I am not trying to relive some lost dream but perhaps mourning it, celebrating it, and moving toward something new, instead.
