The Strokes

as i was saying; to see your past become ancient, and realise that a part of you is also in that past, and history, is a bit soul-splitting. in my everyday, in my day to day, my present, you name it, I don't think of my strokes-tumblr-hyperfixation, as some monumental thing. i think of it as something i just did. mostly because i was bored. and maybe also because i cared a bit more back then. but then i got busy, and i started caring about stuff that were more intimate, and too hard to explain (hah). maybe i would've gained something from sharing it, and working through it in a more direct way. but I didn't take that route. i'm glad i didn't now, but it's still an interesting thought.