I knew that I could never escape my past but I didn't know it would still be this overwhelming. Dreams bring back memories of lots of experiences. I wake up with scenes that I thought got buried but seem to still be thriving above ground. People and conversations flank me constantly throwing the past at me. Should I moan because of this or should I rejoice? I am really quite torn. At times life seems like it would be wonderful if I could wipe the slate and start creating those new memories that will rejuvenate rather then sting. The real question though is what would I lose, who would I become? Show me a person who lives without a memory and I will show you an imbecile. Besides this rather nagging but necessary intrusion of the past I am doing okay. I have found job in the local diner and while it is not the dream job (not exactly sure what that is) it will pay the bills and look after me (feeds me like crazy). I have set my tent up in a junkyard for free which has all the qualms that you might expect from a junkyard including a dog that is as tough as a burnt steak. There are a couple of glimpses of the sun over the horizon including an apartment at this friends house which is right smack in the forest- oh the beautiful forest. Not to mention that in my royal junkyard there is a camper that as for the moment is siting empty and well I will let you fill in the blanks! As for now I am settled geologically but not emotionally- updates to follow. -Nat
P.S.-Nelson I regret to inform you that I passed my sax long to one of my musician friends.
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