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

[iskaral.livejournal.com]

I have never really kept a diary I must confess, but in a similar vein I used to write little notes of litterally how I was feeling at a certain time. This was usually if the feeling was something bad, like I was bored. I would date them and write them in exercise books in not particular place.
The idea being I guess I could read back and reflect at a better time and maybe appreciate that time more.
This was a long long time ago, its strange how kids minds work.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

We all want to leave some sort of record behind, even if it's only our initials carved in a tree trunk.

The irony comes when we look back over what we've written and find our past selves insufferable