history

 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.