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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Re: the past self

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

We are the sum total of all our various selves- yes, I agree with that.

The past didn't feel gloomy when I was living it. These diaries document the best, happiest, most creative decade of my life. They aren't gloomy in themselves. The gloom is what happens when my present self meets my past self. It's got a lot to do with embarrassment, I think.