days of mourning?
the sudden turn of events throw me back into the deep past, past many years, past tens of thousands of strangers to 8, 9, 10 years ago. i search through the archives, the memories, desperate to find the slivers of preserved material. alas where have they gone to. some are inaccessible. this must not be. i have to try. but how will i do it. how.
shall i have to raid the 4 oceans and dreg through computer files, notebooks, and friends, to find that poem which went missing. anyhow i have started to see many old and painful quotes. some which i saved for myself, but perhaps i could give to him now.