Time is so weird. Sometimes I look at a year, say 2007, and I think, oh that wasn’t too long ago. But then, when I really think about it, how much have I changed in just two years? Even six months ago? And not just me, but the world around me, the people I’m with? I don’t know if I’m just in a segment of my life where change is accelerated, or if this is just how things are always going to be. It scares me sometimes, like I’m racing down the highway without paying attention to the speed limit signs.

When I listen to music time seems slower. Sometimes I feel a song is recent but it really came out four years ago. Maybe it’s because music accompanies me, minute by minute, as I trek on through the years, so they aren’t good tellers of time.

And my websites. They haven’t been updated forever. On the one hand, it feels like my webdesigning days are way behind me, but at the same time, they still seem newly abandoned, not silently collecting dust. Maybe because it makes me sad to think another chapter of my life has closed, that they signify another time that I’m not a part of anymore. And that I put all my time and effort into them, only to let them fade into obscurity.

I don’t know why I never write anything happy here. It’s probably for the best. I’m not good at articulating that particular emotion. Caps lock and exclamation marks usually seal the deal.