Once upon a time I wrote a poem that started, "I live inside my memory. I cannot help it." Who knows what happened to the rest of that poem but that much is true. I enjoy revisiting the past. I especially enjoy revisiting the events of the past on the anniversary of the date they happened. I love being able to remember, for whatever reason, exactly where I was and what I was doing a year ago. I love considering where I was, and what I didn't know was in front of me, and contrast it to where I am now. It's a silly practice, but it's what I enjoy.
Today is the six year anniversary of a momentous, if strange, occasion in my life. It is not only the DATE anniversary but the DAY anniversary, which is especially important because today is Friday the 13th - and the day of this event was Friday the 13th. We have spooks and ill-luck about. (Actually, I love Friday the 13ths.)
I wanted to share the story of that day with you. I hope this isn't too personal. I wanted to tell you guys about it. I wanted to tell my friends.
I put it up on my blog online and I'm linking it here because I think the formatting is going to be easier on the blog than on Hubski, also the full text is like 4 pages. OK, five and a half. It won't take that long to read, though, promise.
OftenBen this is the story I mentioned I was working on for you guys during the IRC Monday. I forget if I talked to anyone else about it, maybe 8bit? Anyway I don't want to just bomb y'all with shout-outs, you'll find this if people like it, you won't if they don't.
Best - feel free to start a conversation about any part of this or anything else here -