I have no idea where this came from, but it is undoubtedly something I typed at one point. I suppose I thought the sentence too good to throw away, but the context in which it was created is forever lost. I enjoy when bits of the past come floating back, deprived of context and eager to make a new impression on life. It is a bit like memory made physical, drifting about my apartment as thoughts drift through my head, surfacing when least expected.
I keep intending to organize all my information about my friends: birthdays, addresses, phone numbers, anniversaries, etc… I don’t want to keep it in a physical book, too messy. I don’t want to put it in Outlook, too annoying. I suppose I should simply write a database for myself, it wouldn’t be complicated and I enjoy writing databases. Maybe when I get back after this weekend.