I was going to write about something until I realized that I had already written about it before: our phones, filled with contact details, most likely long outdated, of the people we have met before, and have had a reason to keep in touch with then, but don't now.
At least I remembered. I wouldn't have been able to sleep at night knowing I have written about the same thing twice... although I have done that many times before, so me not being able to sleep at night is for nothing, really.
But then, I realized that I wrote that entry last year, in February. It was a different reality then. Now, of course...
I should really be cleaning up my phonebook, in any case. And many other things, for that matter.
That was the last line on that entry, and it hits differently now.
I am also running out of phone space, but then, I am a sucker for remembering things. You can understand why all of this feels counterintuitive. I have a lot to learn, still.
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