Been backing up my files. Already into Disc 4, for some apparently impossibly dumb project I supposed. To realise that maybe the memories would be whats left. It seems almost quite exhausting to create new experiences, thereby someday there would not even be memories left. What a way to get all this.

Plus the fact that I am listening to this song about how an excellent friend might change. The singer sang, moving along a busy life, everything becomes unfamilar in the following year. Sumiko talked about how she wouldnt eat the humble pie first for one of her longest friendships that turn tasty.

All these, and the rain, and the fact that later I will go see, are depressing.