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Nostalgia II
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Timeless
The most significant events seem to happen in the shortest span of time. Here it must seem even shorter, when I only write about the most brutal realities when they occur. The rest is just the gap of time ( Read more... ) -
It is ever more near.
The first fall wind has not even begun to blow; the leaves before the crash scatter in premonition of the coming of... well, you know. There's a part of my soul I can't even write about, uncaptured by human language, still set free to roam about the natural world. It's out there in the darkness on the winds, searching for what can never be found, ( Read more... ) -
JErbs
Yesterday I finally got the call I had been waiting for from [insert place I applied to], saying that I was to show up today at 4 in the afternoon for an interview. The entire call was actually cut up with garbled static, and the only thing I heard clearly was the time, date, and location of the interview. I got to say “ok, I’ll be there” and then ( Read more... ) -
Nostalgia
As you may well be aware, this journal is more for my own records and for any upcoming generations (should they be so interested) to track my personal life. On July 26 in 2004 and 2005, back when I was still in college, I posted some trivial little facts from an online self-survey (they were new at the time, amazingly enough). This year is 2012. ( Read more... ) -
No one sings anymore.
I can' tell if writing in this journal is a type of refreshment or merely a record of my madness. When I read what I have put down, I can feel all of those thoughts and emotions well up in me again as fresh as the days in which I was immersed in them. In many ways those days continue, and bittersweet agony tickles my soul and makes me cry ever so ( Read more... ) -
La Dia de San Valentin
I must admit, coming back and continuing to write in Livejournal fills me with a sort of unsettling nostalgia. This entire collection of literature was founded by a much different man. Typing in a once-familiar window in an old '90s site is like picking up an old diary from your early life and just continuing in its pages as though you were the ( Read more... ) -
Winter Wanes
And the sun shines anew. In this early rise of the new year, I have felt recently a greater reason to write. Perhaps it's an impending sense of an end, or moreover, of a defeat that has finally been accepted. The Wife and I have finally begun serious thoughts about a child. Raising any humans in this place is doomed to riddle them with cancer and ( Read more... ) -
The New Year
Change is most often gradual in the state of the world, but there is nothing better than the start of a new year to post a point of reference. The start of 2012 marks another failed year of employment on my behalf. While the population of the upper class diminishes, their wealth booms, and their media covers their ongoing successes. Even now, most ( Read more... ) -
The Resurgence
I've always looked back at the person I was in the past and admired that individual. As many people age, I get the feeling that they look back and feel as though they have matured, whereas I find that my genius fades. Anything set up by a younger version of myself always seems to have more originality, thought, devotion, and general pre-planning ( Read more... )