I find that I live on a temporal island that's about three years wide. I can predict what I might be doing three years from now, and I can clearly recall where and who I was about three years ago. Beyond that, it's lost in the mist. Some other islands travel in about the same direction as me. Others cross the path at high velocity and are gone without warning.
This journal is both for me and for the rest of you. It's a place where I write down those notes and musings that I might otherwise spam out to my friends. If it bothers you, don't read it. If you like it, drop me a comment.
FDMTS is my license plate. It's pronounced like a drummer delivering a snare hit: Snare-Kick-Cymbal. F'Dm Tsssss