2004-02-22 - 10:01 p.m.
I feel like I've forgotten something important. But perhaps I haven't because I don't think I've ever experienced something that important. I probably feel this because I want to believe that I have.
I wonder about the spring. What is it about the spring that makes me want to remember so badly? This spring, will I finally make memories worth searching for, or next year, will I have to once again long for illusions?
