Perhaps I’ll continue, in a more factual manner to write. Please note that if I do it will be for my own personal record. Going back and reading one or two years ago, even though it was in a more detailed and embellished way makes me see the value in writing it all down. So much slips through the cracks and the slightest whiff can spark the memory to pick up a scent on the time and place, who and where we were.

It never ceases to amaze me how quickly things can change, the pace of things causes life to streak and blur. As exilirating as it is there should be no need to let the delicious moments get lost in time or blend into the ever increasing span of our conscious collage. If we want to measure our place in time, we need givens, constants and variables. Take our past as a constant, our present as a given and the future as the variable.

The struggle of man against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting.

Milan Kundera