Memory Etearnal

Computers forget less than elephants do. Which is good, because remembering stuff is one of the main things we use them for. Having an archive of your entire life sitting under your desk is a little spooky sometimes too. Some things you'd rather were not remembered.

While looking for something else buried deep in the archives of my "My Documents" folder today, I came across an old text file. "Poetry to steal your smile.txt". Poetry is a very generous description of the contents, but it possibly passes as evidence that I invented "emo" several years before anyone else. It's got some good lines (if cheesy super-angst), but I apparently lack the creative flair to turn one good line into anything resembling a good peom.

I quite like the "glass eyes and porcelain smiles" description of commuters on a train, and I'd be very suprised if the line "you're all my dreams come true, and all my nightmares too" isn't in several other more professional works. The concept of the inhabitants of a city being faceless, silent drones while the city itself is loud, angry and lustful is a good one too, I just did a fairly poor job of expressing it.

I was an angsty pathetic whinger even before I got a blog! Anyone know a good psychiatrist? I have ... uh... a friend... who possibly needs one.