Hello! Is it me you’re looking for? I doubt it but since I’ve already got you here…
Very much a quickie today. I’ve much I wish to accomplish this evening and will need soon to return to tasks of a more legitimate nature…
This may initially seem like a topic previously discussed but this piece is from the reverse perspective.
“The Cutting Tomb Floor”, June 26, 2018
The good ol’ days are naught but illusion
Memory muddles clear to confusion
Snipping and editing horrible bits
The finished product obscured by the glitz
The past always seems better than in truth
Shining patina, nostalgia and youth
Ponder firmly, recall veracity
Return to now, renewed tenacity.
It always amused me growing up listening to everyone opine on how nothing is as good as the old days. Whether it’s SNL, public school, society en masse, I didn’t think it could be some queer global phenomena. Best I can figure is that our brains are disinclined to dedicate memory banks to inferior times. Whether intended as self-defense or just editing for efficiency purposes it does seem a rather prominent feature of human intellect. Or we’re all just raving loons. To be fair, the two are not mutually exclusive.
A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.