Battleangel | Personal

I just realized something awful here. Years ago, I used to spearhead the spring and mark the end of summer by my shorts practice. I always made a point of being the first and last human being wearing shorts. Last man standing so to speak. But no longer. Actually I’ve dropped the entire concept of shorts as it happens. Why I do not know. It just happened like so many things in life.
So now, I’m left with nothing but the memories. And a strange feeling of nostalgia. Not so much towards the apparel as the time that was and has since passed into oblivion, together with the concept.
What does one do in situations like these? For the most part we err and presuppose that the “thing” is somehow the cause of the desired effect. Once you bring the “thing” back or live the “thing”, whatever it might be, that long lost feeling will come crawling back and wash the stain of nostalgia away. You wish. But that is nevertheless what people do. They try to relive the past. Repeat the exploits of youth and live their supposed dreams as a way to grasp for that long lost sensation. Hoping to quell the roaring sentiment inside of you. That is how most of us go through life, substituting one thing with another, constantly raising the stakes. Speeding towards oblivion ourselves.

As for the last time I tried short pants, I ended up stepping in a ground nest of wasps and found out how practical it can be to have parts of your body unshielded against the elements.

And on another side note. Where is that spring / summer ITAB catalogue .. ? Should have been here weeks ago?