Battleangel

I had a visit from an old friend today. It reminded me of how easily you drift apart, separated by time and space. And meeting one old friend can easily jog your memory towards the seemingly inevitable state of melancholic nostalgia. The neural connections to past people and events once lost down memory lane now become activated and you feel strangely empty and lost.

Ah, nostalgia, the strange beast that looms the mind. It is simply not for me anyway. Save it for fools and children. Only for the weak, only for the weak ..

The rest of the afternoon was spent correcting english grammar and composition of a certain scientific paper.