The Cost of Living

Following up from the last entry. The main reason I haven't posted anything on this blog for eight months is simple: I had the sniffles. But it's more than that, really. When I think back to those lazy, halcyon days of January 2006, my entire being is consumed with painful nostalgia. Some people, in the midst of such a fit, might describe a flashing series of sepia memories, the ubiquitous dream-sequence made up of faded Polaroids, perhaps. Others describe a sudden notion, one moment, one minute of time where finally, the life they were experiencing was pronounced ephemeral, at last. It becomes beautifully apparent that they too, and everything else, will eventually pass. Not me. No, January of 2006 doesn't feel that way to me. It essentially remains, and forever will remain, the one month of my life where every move I made was narrated by Joe Besser.