Recently, I’ve been idly contemplating the nature of my posts here. They all tend to go into the hugely introspective. My trip to Maine, for instance, was more about self discovery than the actual event, and pretty much everything else follows that vein. Other posts are recipes, lists, and other things of varying noise-to-content ratio, and I start to wonder if somewhere I’m losing something important. No matter. C’est la vie. After all, this is my journal, and reading back a few years I can still get that jolt of memory. What I write here are keys to remembrance just like pictures, and since I live the majority of my life in my own brain (my imagination rules), it’s likely just the way I happen to explore things.