The salvation army taking heavy casualties.
It is not uncommon to find reflection in an old journal or a shred of old school work, perhps. Maybe even a note one had written to oneself some time ago and now has trouble recalling just what it was he had in mind. People only recognise changes occuring within them over the years when these changes are presented in a more dramatic light.
Maybe it is my horrible sense of time - if you were to ask me for the time of day, I'd probably struggle with an answer without consulting a timepiece of some sort. I can't remember what date today is --or even what day of the week. Often mistake early morning for late evening and vice versa. That said, I also have trouble telling myself yesterday apart from today or tomorrow. For as long as I can recall, I have been the same person thinking the same exact thoughts with little rewording to none at all. I've found that the only conclusive way of seeing time pass, beyond looking at the calendar of course, is for me to investigate to some degree the lives of those I've come across over the years. When bored out of my skull, I can't help but wonder what ever happend to so and so.. what direction a person's life has gone in from the moment we fell out of touch..
In their own words I find that those who once comforted and reassured me, now are in dire need of comforting and reassurance themselves. Quite a few are lacking hope. Some seem to have lost their minds, cursing left and right, bemoaning their misfortunes. I've been once told that we are only supporting characters in eachother's books -- the sort that exist as a few lines at most, meant only to walk down the street and vacate the pages. Where we go from there is unknown, but for every direction possible, the opposite is usually taken. I don't know why and perhaps I'm better off not knowing.
That and the day of the week.
Maybe it is my horrible sense of time - if you were to ask me for the time of day, I'd probably struggle with an answer without consulting a timepiece of some sort. I can't remember what date today is --or even what day of the week. Often mistake early morning for late evening and vice versa. That said, I also have trouble telling myself yesterday apart from today or tomorrow. For as long as I can recall, I have been the same person thinking the same exact thoughts with little rewording to none at all. I've found that the only conclusive way of seeing time pass, beyond looking at the calendar of course, is for me to investigate to some degree the lives of those I've come across over the years. When bored out of my skull, I can't help but wonder what ever happend to so and so.. what direction a person's life has gone in from the moment we fell out of touch..
In their own words I find that those who once comforted and reassured me, now are in dire need of comforting and reassurance themselves. Quite a few are lacking hope. Some seem to have lost their minds, cursing left and right, bemoaning their misfortunes. I've been once told that we are only supporting characters in eachother's books -- the sort that exist as a few lines at most, meant only to walk down the street and vacate the pages. Where we go from there is unknown, but for every direction possible, the opposite is usually taken. I don't know why and perhaps I'm better off not knowing.
That and the day of the week.