Down Memory Lane
May. 31st, 2005 11:33 amI 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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Date: 2005-06-01 02:55 am (UTC)When I started writing here I stopped keeping a paper journal. In some ways this is a continuation of that. But having an audience makes a huge difference.