Sunday, October 12, 2008

That was fast. I walked the block to the jogging path, then ran the half of it, before turning off near the dam, and walking the rest of the way back. I'm soooo out of shape. My heart was pounding, and my head was sweating. It felt good to get out there again though, and people smiled at me and told me to have a good run. It was nice. Perhaps I can go for just a walk, later with Mark. A longer walk downtown? It's a thought.

When I think about walking downtown, I think about walking in the diag with Shawn Foreman, back in 2000, and later in 2002. It doesn't matter how often I walk there; those are the memories that spring up. Now when I go there I also think of walking through there with Preston, and now I'll also remember Sean's stories about the 'Time Tunnel' and his experiences there; looking for the scratch etchings on the sign. When I'm there at night I think about all my wanderings with Carrie, Mollie & Adam; sometimes Bill & Rob. I remember the crazy guy who almost murderered us while he hunted for the homeless (ask Mollie or Carrie about that and they'll tell you the same). When near the 'fish fountain' I remember being naked in there with Steve and Paul and Darla; of the 'night that never was'. I look at the clock tower and remember making out on that bench with Gene Warrick in fall of 1994; of kissing Josh Gerding across the way in 1998; of Steve Ball in the tower and our time in Hill Auditorium in August 2000. This is what I'm talking about. I'm constantly haunted by memories that won't let me alone. It's wonderful sometimes, but sometimes it's painful and makes me feel like I'm going mad. The weight of my memores are dragging me down.

I'm writing a lot today. It makes me feel safer somehow. Like if I didn't get all this out I might explode.

   posted by Bald Jason at 02:42 PM
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