My own memories
Moments of revelation
This evening I was doing some cleaning. Recycling boxes galore. Felt good. Came across a box with folders and notebooks and I looked at it. Dug around.
A whole bunch of drawings… Some of them are interesting. I start thinking I should post some of them. ooo, some are like, from over 20 years ago! Oh my.
A whole bunch of writings… Also interesting. I found my rough draft of my senior thesis on the Duma and the peasants in Russia and was like, wow… I should post that. I sound intelligent. I found a folder with a whole bunch of letters to me from a professor at UMass on UMass letterhead. It was a series of communications while I was at the UW. I was doing research for him for a book he was writing about a famous vascular surgeon that had lived in the Seattle area as a kid. Wow… didn’t know I still had that. Maybe I should post that? Then I found my letter of application to the CIA’s clandestine services. Interesting. Along with their reply letter stating that yes, they got my application. oooo. 6 months later I did have a phone interview. Could post that. And then I found poems and poems and stories and poems and good golly. I was prolific. I could post every day! For a long long time and not do anything but type it out and post it. It’s like free material!
And then I thought. Better I just start creating again every day.
So I dug up some paper. Sharpened a fancy pencil and sat down at my desk and drew. Trusted in inspiration. No erasing. Just drawing. Then scanning. The black gif (above) I did play around with in GIMP. The other (below) is just the scan with a slight brightness adjustment so the pencil comes through okay. Welcome to the gateway into my mind. Here’s to new experiences, new creations, and new memories that can be discovered in a box in 20 years.
