Confused… at times more than confused… family time and memories times… How come remembering past events annoyed me so much, at times bored me (to death would say the little devil). Maybe it’s about that, memories and remembering is not actually living; it’s running after something which has been rather than building what could be? Day-to-tomorrow please? My memories are here like a good tone muscle, still what I like is the run!
A Fish on a Hill 