I used to check my Statcounter account religiously. Now it doesn't even cross my mind. After all these days it's a hodge-podge of referring links from random searches anyway.

One day I'll come back to find that not only have I forgotten the password but also the user ID to this blog account.

Tick-tock, tick-tock
Matter of time
But still,
(I hope not.)

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We've certainly moved on this passed 2-3 years though sometimes I think my life's stopped. But how can it? It's not an attribute of life. It can't stop, that is it's nature; to go on.

And yet.

I try to recall things, form meaningful memories, but struggle oftentimes to find relevance. I wonder if it's because too much has happened or too little of any significance. I refer only to myself, that while other things may have progressed, personally, I have receded into the background. I am no more of substance than the shadow I cast.

It gets confusing sometimes, I can be really happy and yet the feeling of being lost lingers on. It isn't tied to how I'm feeling at any particular point in time, it's a constant state of being. It makes it hard to move in any direction, if at all. Like being stuck at the crossroads all the time thinking 'What now?" I can't see where I've come from, where I'm going, what happened before or what's going to happen next. Not here, not there, not anywhere. It's not happy or sad, it's unease, unrest and it persists from back then, till now and it'll be there tomorrow.

Neither head nor tail. What to make of it?