sure it was strange to see the words. to imagine your voice saying them. to think of the halting keystrokes and the deletions and the carefully crafted casual tone of it all.
you wouldn’t have liked the song that was playing as I replied.
what a strange world we live in, one that is carefully engineered to never let us forget a thing. the photos and the status updates and the way we can scroll methodically through the past years of our lives and remember everything. it takes more energy, for the first time in history, to forget than to remember.
they’re just pieces of the truth though, usually the best and the worst, the empty spaces just begging to be filled with venom or nostalgia that will connect the random dots and make it all mean something in the aftermath that it never meant in the present.
I’ll avoid all that for now; I’ll let it be what it is.
growing up might not be so overrated after all.