Down Memory Lane

[poliphilo]

I take down my paper diary and browse. I do this every once in a while. I think it will be amusing to drop in on my former self.  It never is.

It's more like wading through a morass.

Did I have a sense of humour in 1995? I certainly believed I did. But where's the evidence?

What makes the past such a gloomy place? I think it's the earnestness, the solemnity my past self displays in relation to things that just don't matter any more.

1995 is another century. Unreal. A world of ghosts.

Comments

[dadi.livejournal.com]

No, it is never amusing. The words that come to my mind reading my past diary, be it paper or LJ, are "pretentious", "full of shit", "ridiculous". And that makes me re-read stuff I am writing these days, trying to put myself in a future perspective. Oi oi.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

"pretentious", "full of shit", "ridiculous".

Yes exactly. I kept a paper diary for ten years. 1991-2001. God knows how many thousands of words it contains. At the time I thought i was doing posterity a favour.