Journal Live/Dead Duality
It's an odd something to possess this LiveJournal space. Now that I'm actually beginning to pay it some attention, I feel as though I should write here. This is, of course, what I am doing, but that isn't the point. I don't need a place to scribble my thoughts. I've kept a personal journal since before I was 18. Jesus. That actually sounds like a decent length of time at this point. Asimov kept one from his 18th birthday on, and that later became part of his autobiographies. That was what got me started on the idea, but why do I still do it?
I've always liked having an artificial memory. Mine's less than perfect, so it can help to have something for me to look back. And I now have more than a thousand entries to read and more than 300 pages in MS Word, times new roman 10-point font. 250,000 words. I don't really expect to stop, either.
Hm.
I've always liked having an artificial memory. Mine's less than perfect, so it can help to have something for me to look back. And I now have more than a thousand entries to read and more than 300 pages in MS Word, times new roman 10-point font. 250,000 words. I don't really expect to stop, either.
Hm.