I recently rediscovered:
- This blog
- My other blog
- My LiveJournal
- The list of my friends' blogs, almost all abandoned
- A friend's webcomics
- My highschool-era personal website
No links. The curious may flex their google-fu.
I'm certain that there has to be a single word in the language of a more emotionally eloquent culture that describes the amusing yet somewhat crushing feeling of stumbling over a tangible and public record of your history and discovering that you, from the feathers in your cap to your embarrassing flaws, are the same person you've always been.
