I was just looking at my prune dried peeling fingers from the cold and i realised that my nails were long. I scrolled down my recent entries and i read the one where i cut my nails so short, the simplest tasks hurt. And it just dawned on me how things mattered. Why do things fade away so quickly?

Also in the UK, i was listening to music, besides also realising that i've not done that in the longest time, many random old favourites started to play. Many old, forgotten favourites. I've got an older ipod which i refuse to update. I always live in fear that all my songs would be swept away, erased forever. I'm afraid like that. I'm afraid of losing things, not knowing that i lost them and worst of all, forgetting all about them. I'm afraid to forget.