This day marks the sixth anniversary of this blog (with apologies to A.A. Milne). It doesn’t seem that long ago that I started this collection of random writings. The anniversary is just one more reminder that time seems shorter looking back – well, not shorter, but certainly quicker. The truth is that my past has been longer than my future will be. It is a melancholy thought.
I have forgotten most of my past. Why is that? Why have I forgotten so much of the joy and the awesome moments, while often remembering my errors and regrets? Does this perverse nostalgia afflict other people, or is it just me?
I don’t remember what I have written here. Fortunately, I don’t have to remember. Reading what I have written in the past becomes an artificial memory, a computer-assisted bionic memory. Reading thoughts from the past, however, sometimes gives me the odd sensation that the words were written by someone else.
I am not the same person I was six years ago, though I have to admit that I am a close relative. If I am still able to write six years from now, another close relative will have taken over the creative process by then.
He will be a better, wiser person, I hope.
Some other stuff for later,
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