Dear Readers,
Do you know why I am here? Did I ever tell you why I write to you? It might be a good time to remind you, even if I did tell you before. I write here because of time. I saw so many things evaporating; things like bowling alleys, telephones with cords, film cameras, all kinds of stuff that maybe isn't very meaningful actually, but it seemed like a lot of good stuff was going the way of the dodo, so I thought I'd make a little list, a little collection, and give it to you, here. But, I didn't really do that. I started on it, and sometimes it seeps in, but I thought it was kind of sorrowful to just send you lament after lament. So that was what I planned to do here, but that isn't what I do, and this leaves my purpose here intentionally ambiguous. How about you? Why do you come by?
