Damn these blogs. Behold our fossil record. My words, a decade old, frozen in the amber of Usenet. I am not one to take photographs, preserving time. I believe in the sacredness of the moment, a soul that cannot be captured. So I do not write for the sake of preserving my thoughts, but the mechanism preserves them even so.

In thinking about how we have timeshifted ourselves in blogs, I realized that some people timeshift *me* in their minds, interacting with an archived version of myself.

There is a version that has never done drugs or gone to bed with strange women.

There is a version that is still a childhood friend.

There is a version that is still in love with her.

There is a version that has not grown, learned and healed.

There is a version where there is still a tower.

And then there’s Me. I’m standing over here. Put that thing down and look.