23:06

The strange thing about blogging, like tweeting, and whatever absurd verb someone will invent for the next 'social interface' is that you have only two extremes: either taking yourself too seriously, or not seriously enough. And it's all supposedly the truth, whatever that is, and wherever it is.

It's very quiet, and watching kitsch movies and listening to strange romantic songs that remind me of painful moments in my childhood, as well as the whole sudden messy awareness of love and skin, is not helping.

Art says things so much more effectively. Even if it's over the top. Another collection of letters, words and sentences isn't going to do it.

Yet I am compelled to write half meanings and large hints, impotent brushstrokes and projections.

All in these last few moments of freedom before tomorrow drags me along for the ride.