August 11, 2009

Thunderstorm again, though milder than yesterday. I only closed half the windows.

J found one of my photo albums from the glory days of Urthona Gallery down on Patton Avenue. It filled me with the most profound sadness, an emotion which informed the rest of the day. What possessed me to do things the way I did? Where are all the people who surrounded me then? Did all that energy merely dissipate into nothing? I think that what I lose leaves me, but what if I drive it away? I don’t think that is the case, but how can I test it? How can I quiz the lost?