you win

fire asha, to return

i am not sure if it's my love for posterity or my increasing worry of losing all sense of perspective, of my life as it is, as one sees in dementia, alzheimers and even extreme cases of normal age-related memory loss, that brings me back to these parts. public, with the same lot again? perhaps no. and yet, not the same space. one must recognise closure when one comes to it. a bit like choosing a new diary every year, or every two, three, four years.
my grandfather had so many of them - a whole life, documented in 30 volumes or so. if it was just the loss of memory, perhaps those could have acted as cues - alas, that was not the case. and so here it begins, the next phase. the next journal.