initia lente

What's so great about blog, the top word of 2004, and the No.1 thing to watch out for this year? To me, it feels eerily like Hesioluge Part II - not a particularly attractive idea.

Let's start slowly then, and republish the few pieces from the other, long dead, journal first. The writing's not terribly exciting, but ever since it disappeared from the open Internet more than two years ago I felt, uh, somewhat bad about keeping it in my own closet. Someone's gonna see it. The people responsible need to know. But one thing to keep in mind is that the thoughts in there are truly, totally irrelevant today. Well, almost. It's like opening up an old diary of sins passed on from your great-grandpa and admiring the contents inside. Oh, did I say admire? Not exactly my sentiments, you know.

Here is the closing chapter. Simply beautiful.

Sinking deep into spring, the intoxicating cast of uncertainties.

Celebrating love's labour's lost, but for a subject too demanding to bear. You let go everything with no remorse, you cannot get away from that ambivalence.

What is it all about power, money, and sex, disciplinarians' neurotic horror and free-wheelers' never-think-abouts. A world-divided, there hold you true.

No need know your projection; you cast not a shadow. Tout vien a long du circle, revien a la fin. Par le bon et le mal je resterai vrai. Je suis moi-meme toujours.