so the clapping wasnt: oh you somehow remembered

and wasnt 'oh we missed you welcome back', tho the sentiment of gladness was present

celebrating only that this was still intrinsically me, free and chose, with the understanding entire that it would be fine when and if it no longer is, as in, there wasnt a sense of eternity or stuck like the key and peele sketch

there was momentum and movement thru time

or the sense that i couldve not chosen twelve times, then did choose the thirteenth thru the thirtieth and seemingly never again after that until wait, the five-hundredth and eighth