Well...

Someday, in the not so distant future,I will begin to articulate the elusive nature of my thoughts through this blog. Until then, I'll leave you with someone else's:

"O'Brien smiled faintly. 'You are no metephysician, Winston,' he said. 'Until this moment you had never considered what is meant by existence. I will put it more precisely. Does the past exist concretely, in space? Is there somewhere or other a place, a world of solid objects, where the past is still happening?'"

This Orwell passage from 1984 translates the transience I have been aquainted with lately so beautifully. I often wonder if it's possible to ever really leave a past behind...