Reminiscing.

Finding out where all my old elementary school buds ended up is really weird. If we saw each other again, we wouldn't say hi. They probably wouldn't remember me, but I'll remember them. I don't think I've ever forgotten any friend I've had even if we're not friends anymore. This is what Facebook is good for, anyway. Stalking...right?

An Excerpt from Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"

Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all--
Have known the evening, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
I know the voices dying with a fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
    So how should I presume?