Going through pages created over 15 yrs ago - what a kick in the noggin' all this bloggin'. Ooof, that was bad. Yet here we are readin' and writin'.
Have you ever gone back and read something that flowed out of you when you were a different person, different in mind and perspective? Different in priorities and overviews? Different in passion and love? Slightly different. Massively different. A complete unknown.
You find your words are unknown, no trace of familiarity except in the rhythm of the words, in the elusive structure of sentences, in the fractured statements disguised as complete thoughts. It's a fucking kick in the ego. I was a genius then.
Can I be again?