"Where are You Going, My Darling Young One?" - B. Dylan

I had a car yesterday, I drove down old streets that I used to haunt. It was kind of like visiting parts of my brain (my memory) that have been buried for a long time. The days accumulate, time passes (at least that's how it feels), things I used to know, I've forgotten, things I never knew, are now front and center in my head. There's a perceived continuity to this "I," that follows me wherever I go. Do my experiences add up to something, or is life a process of 'taking away?' As we evolve and change some things are lost. I just hope I'm not leaving the best behind me in the long, lonely streets.