Diary #14

WASHINGTON, DC, 1984 — Oh gawd, stop laughing! What self-respecting DC 15-year-old wouldn’t wear stilettos and ridiculously tight pants?

THE HAGUE, 2012 — All of these “diary” or “journal” entries or “scrapbook” pages are bits, moments, ephemera, detritus, of my past, mostly from a big box or “time capsule” I’ve kept. This one is slightly different in that 15-year-old me has cut something out and taped it down in her diary… and now 28 years later, 43-year-old me has taken that and “taped” it down in her new media diary.

Very meta.