It began with an almost
imperceptible spark and then a sudden rampaging flash. When I finally realized what had transpired
it was too late. The entire top floor of
my blog was gone. It had been burned to
a crisp.
I haven’t
any inventory records or even 3 X 5 cards suggesting what has been lost; there is just a
noticeable absence, a feeling that a small wooden table and chair is now
missing, where someone once sat writing out his thoughts, pretending some
distant friend would read them and perhaps understand.
The blaze,
of course, was no blaze at all but an inadvertently depressed delete button,
sending several posts of transcribed thoughts and feelings deep into the
forgotten past. Not that they were
fragile pages from some Hemmingway adventure but simply small fragments of me.
This
reporting is not so much an excuse as it is an explanation. You deserve to know the truth about what
happened and now you do. I hope we can
both move forward from here, taking with us – not simply the feeling of loss
but the knowledge that we were once privy to… Well, like I say, I’m not sure
what it was – so okay, we’ll just carry with us the emptiness and maybe a tiny
glimmer of hope that someone out there might be able to piece together the past
from whatever memories they gathered along the way.
Zobostic Corwin
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