Rarely do I go spelunking in the dark, dusty, cavernous archives of my blog, but when someone else does -- and brings back unsavory remains of things dead and decaying -- I am compelled to put on my rubber gloves and do some serious spring cleaning.
I have been keeping journals for as long as I can remember. The whole lot of them in notebooks which I do not have anymore. In the advent of the Internet, I started jotting down my thoughts in the vacuum of cyberspace. Unlike notebooks, however, these do not get lost easily, and are readily accessible with but a few magical mouse-clicks. This may be a good thing for some -- and for most of us, this is NOT. Especially when one goes through a period in one's life which, oh, let's call it the Dark Ages. Unfortunately for me, a few remnants of my Dark Ages managed to seep through the Internet before I completely broke away from it, circa 2001-2002. And now that a friend of mine has most graciously pointed it out, I am finally purging myself of them. Thank the cosmos forgetting is just as easy with, again, but a few magical mouse-clicks.
To fragments of who I was -- fragments I grind to dust and cast into the wind -- I bid a most sincere adieu. Cross into the light, be at peace, and may you never come back to bite me in the ass.
