Another old note. Isn’t it strange how past pieces of writing can transport you back to memories you would otherwise forget? I can remember exactly where and what my thought process was when this idea began to blossom. Even though I don’t necessarily feel the same way now, it’s nice to have something raw from a time when the emotion was very real. (And that is my justification for hoarding notebooks). I’m happy I get to build and work on these ideas time and time again. As the saying goes – writing is never finished, only abandoned.