30 April 2012

changes

A change comes.

Reflections and whatnot abound.  Out with the old, in with the new.

And so I'm here, reading about what used to happen, and what I had to say about it, and what it meant, in retrospect.  And it was dry writing then, and clearly, I'm writing fairly dryly now.  I miss the record of what happened and when.  There's a whole raft of things that have happened in the meantime.  Changes in my world, changes to myself, time moving on.  And while they are somewhere here, now, within whatever memory I have, this 1 in 7,000,000,000 skin-bounded bag of mostly water, they feel somewhat lost to time.  And I regret that.  That they aren't out there, recorded somewhere to review and rehash.  Is this a renewal?  A return?  Perhaps, perhaps not.  Only time will tell.  But there's this, right here, and there's that.