It occurs to me when I look at old photographs. Of when I was younger, goofier, possibly more in love. 

It comes when I stumble upon old emails. When I wrote them to people whom I was actually friends with, and before that, whn i splt dem like dis.

It sneaks up on me when I'm cooking, and humming a song that's playing in the background. A song that I once heard at a concert, or in a nightclub. Or one that I yowled out in a car, the stereo valiantly attempting to drown my screams. A tune that takes me back to a time, a place, a person.

It even strikes me when I read some of the old posts around here. I'm sure there's some appropriate German word for it, this sense of bewilderment/nostalgia/wonder that I feel. I don't so much wonder what life's sliding doors would have opened into instead, but I do ask myself one single question.

What happened?


"A feeling at my fingertips
That's pulling at my skin..."

Every single time I hear it, I think that 'You Can't Always Get What You Want' sums up my life pretty succinctly.

I'd rather have Hypnotize, though. Just sayin', yo.

"At her foot was her blood-stained man."

This blog, I often realise while reading, draws a rather succinct timeline of my mental and emotional states over the years.

I really ought to write more, if only for posterity. And of course, my own amusement.