|Bloody well right (?)
||[Sep. 7th, 2008|10:00 am]
Art Trucks Ride
One has to question doing something as inherently narcissistic as getting a livejournal at a time in one's life when one feels that their identity is dissipating. It's a side-effect of time. I've got nothing to say but it's OK.|
Clear sky now. Everyone was in a panic about Hanna, but all I ever saw was a mild breeze and drizzling. I'm actually disappointed, lately I've been swooning with nostalgia about 2003 and this time of year I can't help but be reminded of Isabel. I've been thinking about it for a while, earlier in the summer I thought that next time a hurricane/tropical storm came up I would drive down to the Carolina coast and watch it. There's always been something about it I've enjoyed, and something I miss now that I live further inland.
But now it's over, like a lot of things. The texture of time never fails to blow my mind. It's speeding up. 2008 is 3/4 over, I'm just about done with 21, and all seemingly shortly after I got comfortable with these new numbers. It gets faster, you know. I'm getting old, too. And now it's past nightfall and almost ten and soon it will never be September 6, 2008 again. I find it all so disorienting.