New music and a quiet phone

I have recently downloaded a ton of new music, which is always good for my 'I just have to play solitaire' moments, and for the hours I spend cooking to avoid my books. Deciphering new lyrics has also moved me back towards writing... ahem... poetry.

This is something I used to do quite prolifically, in fact, I have scores of poems trapped somewhere in the bowels of my computer that I can pull out when I am fifty and think back on what a whiny kid I was (not to mention a terrible poet). Since they are mine and mine alone, the terrible bit doesn't matter as much as the memories do.

See I never kept a diary, in fact, this is the closest I've ever come. I just couldn't write fast enough to expel the thoughts as they flitted through my mind, and so I came to write poems, which required more reflection and fewer words. As I flip through them, I remember people and days from my past: the feelings are still as vivid as they were when I committed them to words. They are my diary, they are my life in a few hundred pages.

Looking back at the past three years of my life, without a doubt the most formative and completely full of memories, I wish I had something like those poems to keep things fresh to me. Is it true that the more we live through the less we remember? Or merely that things get pressed and become harder to recall on a whim... so we need memories, poems, msn logs, emails and music to bring back moments from our past.

Here is to new songs to fit to my memories.