Enough with the diaries already (go stream of consciousness way)

Have’nt written in a long time, not like I haven’t got any ideas to put down on paper. I guess it’s visiting the whole perishibility of ideas concept again. Gotta make the most of a single idea. Makes me wonder, when is the right time to pick a unified philosophy of life (assuming of course the need to have one). This is not unlike the question one would face in a hypothetical social setup where you only get to choose your life partner once in a lifetime. It’s another matter, the situation described is not so hypothetical either in practical life or in the realm of a purely imaginary construct (‘life partner once in a lifetime’, get it?).

Have’nt written in a long time, not like I haven’t got any ideas to put down on paper. I guess it’s revisiting the whole perishibility of ideas concept again. Like it’s déjà vu all over again. Like you build redundancies and then one fine day get confused which version is which and in a rage delete everything. Memory loss is an over-psyched fear. I on the other hand almost find it a romantic idea. A clean slate, tabula rasa, no emotional baggage, no worrying about the baggage retrieval system they’ve got at Heathrow.

PS: Cultural references are italicized.

PPS: Discovered yesterday, I share the habit of ending a ‘letter’ with a post script with the great Marx (of the Groucho variety).