^ (n a v i g a t e) ^
6:23 p.m., 2001-04-11
it's painful when the past comes dragging up the banks of the trickling river of your mind, dripping with memories, shuddering like a dying car and moving twice as slow.the eyelids of time slipping closed on what remnants are left and fear grips the throat of faculties charged with holding up the remains.
no one, when flashing snapshot slipshod vague generalized memories, puts much stock in the good ones.
things happen that are strikingly similar, yet dissimilar and disconnected which refer back to some flag set in-between synapses to jump back through literal and figurative fog (these days i'm not sure whether or not it's bad form to make the distinction) to leave you either face to face with the best and worst of the last X-number of years or merely scratching your head.
and everything with a gossamer curtain thickening the cognition.
memories leave you without peripherial vision, which makes it all too easy to have another one knock you on your ass while in the throes of an already surprising journey of regression.
oftentimes, you have no choice but to let it happen.
today was oftentimes. hell, my life is oftentimes.
