and meanwhile...

. . . . this blog is almost one year old. a good friend once told me that birthdays should never be celebrated when we are young, since the only thing to celebrate is one less year in our lives. the birthday, says he, should be wildly celebrated when we're old and decaying, because then, every year we can live is a small victory over death. even if we're doing nothing but to delay the inevitable.

couldn't agree more (hence the reason - or one of the reasons - why i don't like to celebrate my birthdays). still, one year blogging here is quite remarkable for me. one year of depressive, melancholic posts. i'll talk wbout it again in five days.