I Write and Write
I have been going through my posts and I found out how pathetic I was when I got in love with her. It still is particularly disturbing, but maybe, after some time, all of it will be buried. I am known for my fiery behavior. Maybe that same fire would burn all the memories away.
AS I write this memories of how my previous posts were commended flood me. They were impersonal ones, filled instead with things that matter to other people than to me. As I start once again with a new fascination with statistical data, and how to use regression and randomized trials to find out quirky things in this world, I find a new topic to blog out.
