Thursday Thoughts: 2,500th Post

Today marks the 2,500^th entry of Niche of Time. It began on July 8, 2020, with A Biographical Inventory of Books, a catalog of all my books, and expanded to cover a record of my history, often illustrated by concrete examples of relics of my past accompanied by fugitive memories finally pinned down and documented. I sometimes think if I ever lose my marbles, I can always come back here and at least look at them, or when I’m gone if anyone wants to remember me or see what I was like, folks can find this partial memoir. Even when all my effects are scattered to the wind, they can be found gathered here, until the internet itself is gone. Perhaps people will only look at it to point and laugh, but that itself is a kind of recognition, an attention that for a minute will make my past live again. As it is, I preserve remembrances for myself, elusive scraps that emerge like slippery fish from the dark pools of my past and are quickly gone again, unless plunked down into the aquarium of the Niche, to be gawked at and contemplated. The voice I write in is more the voice I hear in my head, not the stumbling, mumbling, halting, interrupted voice I speak in. It is pinned down, more articulate. If I don’t chronicle my life, who could? Or would?

If I’m spared, I may reach 3,000 posts by July and the 6^th anniversary of this blog.