So, after my already-damaged phone was finished off when I threw it at the floor the other day, I have now gone back to using one of my old phones that was found somewhere amongst my stuff remaining at my mother's place.
Being one of my phones it naturally has a bit of battle damage, and since it's a few years old (from many phones ago by my standards) it's a little clunky, but overall it works surprisingly well.
In fact, at first I struggled to remember just why I stopped using it in the first place -the headphone jack is annoyingly broken, but that's hardly reason to retire a phone - until it finally came back to me: I removed the battery, shoved the phone in a box and told everyone it was broken, because I was sick of people calling me all the time.
Classic Yoink.
Anyway, the point of this (probably really lengthy, can't tell on a phone) post is, I wound up looking through all the old notes and text messages on the phone. This is stuff from 2012 - 2013, so it's quite a blast from the past, and also rather sad.
Quite a few long-forgotten friends and acquaintances are immortalised in there, along with plenty of general memories. And dreams, lots of dreams. Seems I used this phone as my primary dream-recording method for quite a while. It also seems that I was a lot better at actually
remembering my weird and wonderful dreams back then.
So... general nostalgia and long-ended friendships, basically.