It was called.

Who knows because it's not cold anymore and although it's not the same weather, it is the same place indeed, and last time you were seen here you were leaving, handful, and maybe not planning a comeback.

Could we know?

It's probably been enough since last time, maybe, and between roads, clowns, parades, carnivals and masquerades and whatnot, the place hasn't changed much rather has had a slight twist, maybe, people-wise.

Can we care?

No.
We long for a comeback that doesn't involve fake masks, or dancing.
Sure. For it to be like it used to be, early Saturdays on boats that sail. Fishing and bringing food home.

Did that ever happened?

It's as if we were looking at ourselves through a mirror.

With a dead end.

Really, child.