I stand bestride the years like a colossus; scattering memories to the aeons for future generations. But what else may we do? We children of a dying empire that now slows to a crawl, under the weight of our expectations. Never to be now fulfilled.

Is it sad to perceive our youth so? For perhaps they were they expectations that could only be gilt in disappointment? I do not know the answer ...but I do know we see things much clearly now and we see which way the world points and it hearkens backwards to times best forgotten.

All I know is that I am still here and all my memories shift and blow with each passing year and I tell you this only because I know you are in many of them and always shall be.