Those last two posts are snippets of things I wrote eons ago. Things I thought I had lost forever. It feels a bit like Christmas tonight. A friend took the HD from my old notebook (may it rest in peace) and recovered data that is mostly poems and short stories and such that I wrote from 1995-97. Some of it (like the two I posted) I'd completly forgotten about. Reading them tonight has been like trying on an older version of myself. I recognize the words as my own, but I surely wouldn't arrange them thusly if I wrote those thoughts today.