Arkansas memories

Life arcs, social gravity

I'm leaving this friends-locked on domesticat because anything else will cause it to syndicate openly, especially to Facebook, where a lot of people who knew me in high school have found me.  This is both good and bad.  It has served to answer the question "What have you done since high school?" with "Oh.  THAT's what you've done since high school."

It's provided unexpected closure. I can look back now and recognize that changing my actions would have done little, if anything, to change the outcome.

Lens of yesterday's eye

If I had to guess, I was six. Maybe. Too young for such things at the time, too young for such things even now, in an age of technologized children. I was young, and my memories took longer than most to root, so I do not remember a time when I did not know the inner workings of a camera.