lost words, gone, a closed browser window and gone, lost and forgotten till the end of time, when all will be made clear, but what did i write about, what was it that i questioned, and asked, something about the rain, and expected sprinkles and got a downpour, oh, and trying to recapture words, past and history, and then i got sidetracked into finding exactly the last time i got to read those words, and to share those words with others, Sept 2, 1998, such a long time ago, pre blogging, pre all that jazz, manufactured journals, where the journal itself is an expression of self, where even the code to display it all is valid and important, defines and shapes, vessel holding water, but i digress, as always, but i hope to bring it back, bring back the 1's and 0's from so long ago, just to complete it all. just to make it whole.