October 4 2009:

In his yearbook photo he looks kind, and thin, and embarrassed.

He was the closest and most true male friend of my life, but, before seeing this, I couldn't picture his features.

Usually my memory is so visual. I remembered all those different girlfriends accurately, with precision even, down to specific items of clothing.

Yet I'd forgotten his face.

Guilt, maybe, I suppose. A few pixels of Freudian repression. Although, I really did try for years to reconnect.