From the draft box.

The feeling consumes me again (will I ever learn?) and I remember the song that says "remember that you can't forget."

Many things have changed, I am not 25 anymore (or any number that precedes 33 for that matter). Lately, the collection of musical equipment has become that, a collection. A collection that needs to be dusted every once in a while, whose care has became more of a task than a joy.