I’m sentimental. I think about the past, I think about memories. What else is there to think about? You can think about your own experience or you can think about other people’s. Other people’s memories.

I think about my old friends, the friends I used to have. People who aren’t my friends right now, per se; they’ve reverted to acquaintances maybe. And I long for when they were my friends, or at least for the time when it seemed they were. Wondering what if they were my friends now. What would that closeness be like?

Like Lamar. We were never really that close. I just always wanted to be close to him. And then, through time and circumstance, we drifted apart. Not completely apart, but apart. So we write each other now and then, but I wish we were friends. And Brit. I wish we were friends now. I just said goodbye to Dario, who I met 6 weeks ago, and he’s flying back to Italy in 3 days, and I wish we were friends now. We got to meet and hang out and spend some time together, but now it’s time to slip away.

And I miss myself. The old me. If I only knew the old me then that I know now. I’d have a lot things to say to myself. It’s like knowing someone else. I like reading my old journals, so I can watch that different me and picture him.

Dario and I watched “25th Hour” tonight and it’s made me think about those things. And I think about the Neil Young song “One Of These Days.” And I think about Laurie Anderson’s last album. I think about all my old friends.