Nostalgia

Insomnia and Nostalgia are best buds. Together they also make for quite an overwhelming guilt trip. Guilt part one is immediate, for the day that looms. The realization that I may be screwing up the next few mandated hours of productivity. The larger guilt though kicks in when the nostalgia kicks in...

Being 'far from home' as I am, it is incredibly easy to lose touch. To replace the constant chatter of once regular correspondences with white noise. I suppose we've all done it - lose touch even with people that matter.

I can count with the fingers on one hand the number of people I am in touch with of late. I run out of digits fast when I count how many I should be in touch with. Can't really blame it all on geography either - would've been no better I'm sure had I been smack in the middle of things as opposed to far removed from them...

I used to fancy my chances at being labelled 'cynical' or 'world-weary' or some such sophist shit. But never in my darkest broodings had I imagined I would be as cut-off from my friends as I have been lately.

I just shot off a few emails - and I have to start on biographical questions ('where do you live/ work?' 'are you married') with most of my friends! Take that for poignancy!

Anyway... good little faux-Drucker minion that I am, everything starts with a list. So productivity be damned, today I make a list of people to write to, and I take the effort to sit down and write, damn it!

Here's hoping they respond... and that those lines of static come alive with chatter once more.

Peace... out!