Crashbox

Just spent the last hour or so reading blogs of friends, strangers, and people I used to know well, and I feel oddly depressed. So many friendships have diverged while life has marched on; words and promises lost and forgotten in the pressures of daily life. Old wounds unexpectedly re-opened by a word, a recount, or just a sense drawn from the tone of a post. Things change so much...I don't want to relive anything---the present is filled with too many precious things to feel regret for the old times; still, change never ceases to be disconcerting...