I have an idea for this blog. It's gone through so many changes over the past few years, but I've been thinking a lot about getting older. The older I get the more I think about it. Memories are growing fuzzy, and current norms are supplanting old ones moment by moment. I am, like everyone around me becoming less human all the time. I'm not reinventing the journal here, or the blog. So basically that's it....a journal of everything I can remember. How to be Aaron/Human. Useless to everyone but me, but, you know, interesting....maybe.
Ok...let's get started right away. First thing.......I remember.
Ok. Ready. I remember being young. I don't remember being small. I don't remember being aware that I was a thing or that I was alive as opposed to anything else. Self awareness is something I'd like to explore, but at first it was just mom and dad and putting on my coat and washing my face and so on.
I think maybe I will have to intermingle memories with facts that are less than memory for the moment....facts and anecdotes that exist because they have been revisited, but I remind myself that these facts....third house on the left on Brooklyn St. in Cramerton aren't how to be me, and are as descriptive of the changes since then as anything, and that memories are the point. I remember the front porch of a house we lived in when I was 2 maybe 2 and a half, and now the facts:
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