Sunday, March 06, 2005
Averting my gaze from the here and now to a time beyond the rolling hills i've left behind, and in retrospect, I cannot but feel that I am a stranger to who I was and used to be. Even browsing my archives feels like a whole new experience every time I flip back the annals and pages.. and it is a brave new world of surrealism that you step into when you see images of yourself past and present and you try to superimpose one upon another to convince yourself that you haven't changed much but they just won't fit nicely as you would have desired.
But we all change do we not according to fluid templates that in turn are never really solid but shaped by trends and environments and other big words like these. So for better or for worse we change; no way of keeping forcing insisting on who we had known ourselves to be.
And some part of me schizophrenifies an urge to throw the archives out and acknowledge them as has-beens just as I recognise a younger me to be an extinct species, condemned to fossilification or if you have it, the scrap pile.
Here goes, another week, plus added burden.
But we all change do we not according to fluid templates that in turn are never really solid but shaped by trends and environments and other big words like these. So for better or for worse we change; no way of keeping forcing insisting on who we had known ourselves to be.
And some part of me schizophrenifies an urge to throw the archives out and acknowledge them as has-beens just as I recognise a younger me to be an extinct species, condemned to fossilification or if you have it, the scrap pile.
Here goes, another week, plus added burden.
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