i moved back into my old room tonight and i took the opportunity to throw away even more things. i am making pretty good progress in downsizing all the things i have. i am on the verge of off loading my entire cd collection since i pretty tired of tiring to redigitalize shit at a higher sampling rate. yea, it’s anal and it’s not good use of my time but it’s my only addiction at this point.
one thing that i haven’t quite found the heart to throw away is some of those darn love letters that i get once every 10 years. i was rereading an old from my last ex and naturally it brings back wonderful memories. as much as my logic stipluate that i won’t ever be getting back with her, i know that my heart wouldn’t be so easily dictated if she was still in the states. but fate has decided for me and memories are still best enjoyed in the present moement. i entertain the idea that fully experiencing the wonderful memory is almost can be almost as powerful as the experience itself. it will never be as visercal as the blood tripping from the mallow of life as you suck from it but it will be good enough to simply remember the power of those fully present moments. that is what leaves an unshakable impression in one’s mind stream.