Scribbling at twilight-time is an enjoyable preoccupation, but at the same time heart-breaking. Heart-breaking in the sense that while scribbling down past bitter-sweet episodes, unbearable long-forgotten memories one comes to feel all over again the pain once experienced in the hazy past.
Be that as it may, when one is at the threshold of twilight time one must , like it or not, record one’s life experiences as a legacy for the ‘immediate’ posterity. Of course, whether they , especially the near and dear ones, read the scribblings or not is quite another matter.