Random Thought

I’ve got a lot of my life posted here. Every once in a while, I dig through the past year or so of entries, and I just get lost. Part of the enjoyment is remembering, but at the same time it feels… masturbatory, voyeuristic almost (even for me).

Sometimes, I wonder how you feel about it. Just weird, I suppose. Every time I go back to a particular day, I encounter the me that chose the images and wrote the words for that day. And every once in a while, I surprise myself.