If you're old enough to have a job and to have a life, you use Facebook exactly as advertised, you look up old friends.
All the beasts in Howling Forest were safe in their caves, nests, and burrows.
My obsession with time informs my poetry so completely it is hard for me to summarize it. We want time to pass, for new things to happen to us, we want to hold on to certain moments, we don't want our lives to end.

