Thursday, November 23, 2000
Today and yesterday have been spent back in the family home, clearing out some of the detritus of my youth. It's astonishing how much someone can accumulate - every card, letter, communication down to the notes left on my door in college seem to have been saved over the last seven years, just from a lack of time for winnowing, or perhaps a desperate wish to preserve the physical evidence of personal interrelation.

No more. To quote the immortal Jello Biafra, this is all coming out, right now. Merciless destruction of my past. Except any part of it connected either to witness testimony that I have been in love, or my complete run of Excalibur.

Hey, nostalgia is just like it used to be.

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