I’ve been idly skimming through my posts. The posts since ‘I wrot lyk dis’. Over time, a consistent theme that emerged in my writings is that I always write longingly about my past but never really about it. I mean, yeah there is some stuff in there that precisely reflected my disposition at that moment, but never really about the actual things that made me sad or elated. Never really about those things that shaped me.
And that I’m obsessed with ‘callbacks’. Since even before I knew the word for it!
And when I read some blog posts, which seem extremely ludicrous and pointless on the onset, I realize how sad or happy I was when I wrote it.
And now and then, in a moment of random and absolutely unnecessary introspection, I write about what I wrote.
Sigh.
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