At the risk of sounding clichéd, which is a huge huge risk for someone like me, I am struggling to keep track of all of the things I have forgotten. I have not only forgotten what I was going to type, but I have forgotten how to type. I don’t even think about typing anymore. It feels like a lost art.
When I look back on the days when my typing was at it’s best, when I was in a typing groove, when I was even pretty well known for my typing skills, when I was even a much sought after typist, it feels like another person. Maybe someone I’ve never even met. I wonder if that person would even like me. Who knows?
The Lost Pedestrian 