dear diary

Then
The year is 2004. It is the start of university in my fist year. The Bush-Kerry presidential debates are on TV. The issues on my mind are the iraq war, the WMD question and how I can fit in and one day become an academic philosopher.

Now
My friend had a heart attack. I went to boxing today, I did some gym after work. I work in a national newspaper. I am currently watching sky news, waiting for the debate between Trump and Clinton (who the fuck would have expected that in 2004?).

I had a memory of my past. I keep referring to past memories from certain periods of time. Memories become like crystals, crushed into beautiful shapes as the time buries it