Lost in Memories

From the first dream through the many years to the present moment (whenever that may be I the relativity of time and space and reality and fantasy and memory and illusion and so on and so forth), I still can love getting lost in memories, every year. The internet archives billions (soon to be trillions) of web pages and for someone who's been putting words and more on the web for more than two decades (I haven't seen bulletin boards archived, so I couldn't say three decades), that is a gold mine of memories. So many memories, so little time (time after time).

Time passes, life passes, I drift away.

Narf :)