I deleted about three of the photos when they were obviously mistakes (but none of Nancy). It was kind of surprising I will say to see pictures of people in some instances who I thought were recent acquaintances but who were actually people I knew five years ago, and contrasting that with people from five years ago who I now not only no longer speak to (their choice) but who I haven't spoken to for a long, long time. I know that sounds maudlin but I don't care about those people or miss them, I'm just commenting on the weird tectonic plates of memory.
What is most important really in looking at that old stuff from 2017 (random date, I'm not that interested in 2017 per se) is how disparate my experiences were, and unfocused. I was certainly doing a lot of random travelling around the western suburbs, primarily on my own, which now seems odd. Anyway, it's breakfast time.
This post is a lot about what I'm not feeling or doing which I realise seems like projection but it's actually just me going into battle with my old self I think. Nothing wrong with that. Don't want to be a sad old dog who can't change. My life is presently extremely good, and it was on reflection very shit in 2017.
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