...and all the king's horses and all the king's men...

sometimes i wonder if something lost is lost forever.  for some people, this is true, but is it true for me?

i perused my bookshelf again today and noticed that many of the novels i used to enjoy have fallen from grace.  i feel caught inbetween ages, like who i once was and who i am becoming have been forgotten and i don't know what i am about.  the things i once gloried in...have lost some of their artifice.

but this time i realize it.  when i changed earlier, i didn't realize it until later, when i looked back at how i used to write and what i used to think about and how i used to look.  so much of me has altered that i sometimes wonder if i will stay the same for more than three years.

will stop by later