||[Jun. 15th, 2014|04:21 am]
Somehow, this being the wee hours, I found myself figuratively wandering through the hard drive on my PC. |
So much... stuff. Old stuff, things I've saved for loved ones that aren't here anymore (family lost, family leaving, family dying, et. al.), things written by a me that no longer is, things I don't remember being interested in with multiple occurances...
I've lost a lot. Worse, I don't consciously realize as much of it as has happened.
Which means I've lost some of myself; this, if you've ever been a reader of my journal(s), you'll recognize as my one true fear.
Reality runs on irony.
I need to beef up this journal's connectivity. And find an app (that's what the kids call 'em now, right?) for my pc to direct post here.