A sort of goodbye
I had one of those moments tonight. One of those romantic split-second moments in time where it seems as if everything is perfect, as if there's an alternate universe inside of yourself in which each event is in sync with your being and personality, where you're not just happy, but content. A waking dream of peace, satisfaction and excitement.
And a split-second later it was over. If I could compile all of those moments of my life and link them in a continuous loop while I lay sleeping in a miniature coma... well, I wouldn't do it. But I would be tempted.
Over the past few weeks I've discovered that I'm nearly done with this journal. My apologies to those few of you who have come to rely on it as a sort of barometer of my mood and a synopsis of what's going on in my life. But a journal should never become a substitute for a phone call or friendly visit anyway.
Nevertheless, I will probably continue to post very infrequently. But for the most part, this journal will remain a snapshot in time, a sort of virtual tattoo signifying where I was at a certain point in my life. Maybe when I'm 99 and on my deathbed, it will still be floating here in the ether. Or maybe there will be an atomic blast followed by a nuclear winter which will erase all memory of our having existed. That's the beauty of the future: you just never know.
And a split-second later it was over. If I could compile all of those moments of my life and link them in a continuous loop while I lay sleeping in a miniature coma... well, I wouldn't do it. But I would be tempted.
Over the past few weeks I've discovered that I'm nearly done with this journal. My apologies to those few of you who have come to rely on it as a sort of barometer of my mood and a synopsis of what's going on in my life. But a journal should never become a substitute for a phone call or friendly visit anyway.
Nevertheless, I will probably continue to post very infrequently. But for the most part, this journal will remain a snapshot in time, a sort of virtual tattoo signifying where I was at a certain point in my life. Maybe when I'm 99 and on my deathbed, it will still be floating here in the ether. Or maybe there will be an atomic blast followed by a nuclear winter which will erase all memory of our having existed. That's the beauty of the future: you just never know.