Sunday 29 January 2012

HibOO d'Scène : Moriarty "Cottonflower" (live @ Casino de Paris - 13.11....

Rainbow warrior


My weekend, however boring, was dominated by one sight. This one:


I could thus sustain the buffets of a birthday party to which I shouldn't have gone, the long trip to and from there, the intense lack of sleep and the general solitude.

All in all, nothing a good, long walk along the strand couldn't fix. Tonight had not a remarkable sunset, but it had the no less remarkable quality of making me ponder. Thus could I rule out a plan of escape. I'm sticking to plan B then. I still have to make a couple of adjustments, but someone dear to me told me that someone dear to her told her that that was what life was all about. I'm not going to contradict this.

I wrote quite a lot this weekend, "a lot" is to be taken qualitatively. I also have come across another occurrence of a strange type of cross, which is popping out in odd places. I am digging yet further to the source. If need be, I'll post something about it, just in case someone somewhere knows something on the matter.

For now, I still have a good chunk of solitude to gnaw on.

Monday 23 January 2012

Time, that which he called the best counsellor, proved him right



"What you leave behind is not what is engraved on stone momuments, but what is woven into the lives of others."

Pericles, Statesman, orator, general of Athens, promoter of the arts, culture and literature (495 - 429 BC)

thirty thousand people

The day was torn and grim birds yet began to sing as if they knew nothing’s eternal and old gives way to new that man, one day, will fall t...