thrown to the wayside.

long forgotten.

in a box, in the attic.

music, friends, comic books, movies, cartoons..

..things we thought we’d love forever and couldn’t soak in fast enough.

soaked in so fast that 100 episodes watched twice quickly became too much to enjoy a third time and something new, similar, peaked our interest.

here today, here tomorrow, but no chance of lasting until next week.

the wonderful thing about dick tracy…he’ll punch someone else tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that…he’s almost 100.

comics outlive their makers.

rest in peace, all my forgotten passions, may you bring me new inspiration when i need you most and enjoy our time apart until that moment comes.

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