Perhaps it’s too soon to say this, but I like that I don’t have a great memory for the pasts’ small specifics.

The downside is that I admire people who seem to carry all of their life experience, in detail, in their heads. I don’t. And I’m not even motivated to try.

Probably making a virtue out of necessity, but, it makes finding little dated doodles like this more fun. I think I remember the circumstances, but they have changed so substantially that, despite my naming this piece boredom, any reasons I may have had to be bored have fallen by the wayside, and, in the best possible sense, my life has no place in it at all for boredom.