I have a problem...I start to shed memories after they lie dormant for a few years. The only way to hold onto my history is by recording it: what moves and excites me, what I love, what I think about, what conversations I am having at any given time. Visual recordings too....how our faces and expressions change over time, what we wear, even how we wear our hair. That's the stuff that's fascinating for me to go back and look at in a month, a year, a decade.

Looking through old photos the other day, I realized how much I have changed with time, and how much those changes had escaped me until I had the photographic evidence of how I used to be right in front of me. Not to say that I've changed so much physically, it's not even about that, though that's interesting too. But when I saw the photos of myself at 6, 12, 18, 23, 27...it flooded back to me what I felt at each of those stages, what a different voice and mind I had then, as compared to now. Like parallel universe Lauras, obviously the same, but so obviously different.

And what will I be like in the future? I can't say, but I know that in five years this voice too will sound like someone else's...familiar, but utterly strange to me. So let's get this show on the road!