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Saturday January 12, 08
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08:45 AM - On and On
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Dear lord, I just came to realize that in some capacity or other I've been coming here on and off for about 6.5 years. Be it all the way back to pre-summer 2004 as Haze, or since as Sullen and with - at times - many, many months of complete and utter disengagement from this place, when all is said and done Morrissey-Solo has been in my life for roughly one out of every five days I've been alive. Scary.
When I first started posting here it was pre-9/11. The World Trade Center was still standing, Donald "the Duke Of Death" Rumsfeld was still relevant, Saddam was alive, a war in Iraq and America's subsequent quagmire on the ground was something no-one dared dream possible, Morrissey had all but vanished from the face of the earth and not a single soul knew of or cared about the likes of Paris Hilton. They were simpler times, though from any one of my woe-is-me blogs from back in the day you'd of never known this. ;) God, how the waves of time drown us.
Where has all the time gone, anyway? What will become of us in another 6.5 years? Frightening to think, but I highly doubt the world will be anything like what it is now. I mean we're definitely in for some drastic re-shaping of the way we collectively pulse and something tells me Morrissey-Solo won't be around at that point for us to express how we feel about any of it. We never really appreciate what we have until it's gone. A cliche? Of course, but then again what isn't?
Regardless, you can blame our inability to mute what screams at us mentally for our lack of appreciating where we're at presently. See, people never seem to live in the moment because they're too busy pondering all that isn't, and, subsequently they only get to view their present in the rear-view, ironically. Over half a decade has passed us all by and when looking back over old journal entries, well... all I see are words and erstwhile thoughts smoke screening former present moments. Human existence... such a cruel, cruel joke.
Truly, I need to think and write less so I can live more.
On the shape-shifting shores of timelessness the hourglass sand lands,
Haze
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