Well, you know, i m sorry but i will complain as well. It’s rainy and cold, and everyone’s in a bad, gray mood. But that’s life, isn’t it? After the rain comes the sun. It may sound a bit cliché but it’s a nice sentence. It’s a pity not a lot of people live up to it, if you see what I mean. This city is dynamic and throbbing with life, but I have to admit there are some places which are not really nests of happiness. It’s so difficult to talk, just to talk, simply, truly, without being preoccupied with what you’re saying, what people hear, how you appear to the people you are discussing with. We’re so uncomfortable with ourselves, with our supreme overmentalization, that everything we say turns out flat. Flatness is no danger.

I prefer confrontation, real contact.

So please, people, be nasty, be silly, but laugh, say what you think, be inventive, overpass this fear and scream, shout, look at me and tell me what you think about the way I’m dressed, so I can tell you what I think about the way you do. So there can be some kind of exchange, something so rich that will lead us further, and away from these iced relations we have. Because here you have to look intelligent, sophisticated, well-dressed and original, but all like it’s absolutely natural, as if you didn’t think about it. How many times does it have to be resonated in our soul before it sinks in: you absolutely have to be yourself, and just because you want to, not because of others’ influences. We are supposed to be cool and independent, as the media and peer pressure and almost all the sociological aspects demand of us. It’s a pleasant idea, but I think it became an obligation, and it froze our everyday life. What a pity.

I’m dreaming of simplicity, will we ever get there?

It’s a dream I have for society, and it’s a dream for myself as well. I’d like to be simpler than I am inside. I guess if I really want to, it will come with time.

It’s true, when I read a book, I want to feel that I read it not because I want to appear more cultivated to others’ eyes, but because I would like to cultivate myself.

And I don’t want to worry anymore about other people’s thoughts, but is it possible?

Or maybe, a simpler solution is to try to be more humble, and hope others will like me that way.

If not, well, too bad.

seafood under christmas lights.
Wednesday, 10/17/20000000001 : 12:48 p.m.

I remember eating seafood by the sea Christmas lights overhead Silhouette conversations Silverware&china music Moonlight laughter And I had my Pentax round my neck And I have the picture in my pocket and there just happens to be scanner beside me

As early as now it's all faddish Christmas lights strung all around the city. A christmas-halloween mix.

• Eye candy that lingers and keeps you comin' back for more is that of Halina and J. Yum!

• And ho, Luis, you've outdone yourself this time with yer new layout and I'm feeling ineffably grayish, warm and mechanically unmechanical all over.