Popped back here the other day and wow, something about this place feels like home. I like how my page here is all dark and cozy instead of the sterile, homogenous whitey mc white white of ipods, macs and facebook. I like how I have history here. It's a shock to recall that I started LJ in 2001 - nearly a decade ago. I miss the insight and the careful, gentle collection of thoughts. The world is faster today than I think anyone could have imagined. Is this what time travel looks like? Minutes that fly by at the speed of text and entire experiences measured in 140 characters?