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.

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[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

My first idea for this post was that I'd copy across the entry I made for 31/5/95, but I couldn't do it. It depressed me too much. And another thing is it would have required copious footnotes.