currently cleaning my room, which means going through the plastic tubs that hold my life as it was one year ago, preserved as if time was at a standstill.
I'm very sentimental. As i'm looking at a bulletin from Terra Nova church, I realize that I hardly remember anything about it, and that I may never in my life go there again.
Having transferred schools feels a lot like having an ex girlfriend who is now married. Its as if my life is divided up into pieces of a timeline that roughly fit together, but are in no way related to each other, and can never be re-visited. I am literally burying my past, inside a filing cabinet, just in case I ever need the warranty papers for my computer.
As i've grown up, i've realized that i can't trust anything to memory- moments, events, and especially the unspoken thoughts of my mind slip away easier than 10w-30. This blog isn't about me talking to the nameless nothingness of the internet. It's about being available for me to stumble upon if i ever forget who i am.
2 comments:
We'll always be around, dude. We have to find some time to get together, maybe over the Summer.
We'll keep in touch.
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