friends and enemies

making friends is an intriguing and rather random art. i think about some of my closest souls, and it's quite funny to think of how it all started. memory doesn't help though, and mine is particularly useless - i can't remember the first words, the first thoughts, anything about the moment when i've met someone who, randomly, became part of my life. i remember gestures, though, topics of conversation. and, of course, we all have those moments that, by their exquisite nature, became immortal in our minds.

making foes, on the other hand, is different; we usually remember the time we've met someone we disliked, and the exact reason why we disliked that person - even if the reason is translated in something as rough as this: i don't know, i just don't like that one.

still i'm not intending to talk about my enemies, at least not any more than i usually do - and i do it quite a lot. chance drove me to the webspace of a good friend of mine, who happens to be a great musician. on the web, listening to his songs made me wonder - and now, amidst my recurring nightmares (they never really go away, do they?), i decided to dedicate some posts to some of my friends. random posts, scattered through the time, for there is nothing more random and chaotic in time than one's friendships.