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

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

Oh, and May was a major name-dropper. She clung to Virginia Woolf, who basically brushed her off, and wrote that Woolf was interested in others but never warm.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I'm sure Woolf's own diaries are well worth reading.

A book I loved as a boy was a thing called Death In the Air- the diary of a WW1 fighter pilot. It came complete with gorgeous photographs of aerial dogfights.

I have since learned that the thing is a complete fake- and all the planes in the photographs were models.