dreams

this blog is three and a half years old and has roughly eighteen hundred posts. no, i'm not going into maths and statistics right now - math before lunch is heresy on my book, and i've forgotten the whip at home anyway. but watching this blog's evolution over the years is funny to me, because there is an underlying message that no text, picture, hyperlink or video could express: it us more frequently updated when my life is getting depressive. sadness somehow triggers the will to write - even if we write nice and warm things when we're feeling sad. unlike happiness. happiness is a dream - and while we dream, we just live there, in the dream, not willing to do anything else but to enjoy it. dangerous things, the dreams. and so necessary for our (in)sanity. i look at this blog, at the ups and downs on its "update rate" and i realise that the last seventy eight months have been mostly downtime - except for some brief periods when the rain stopped and the sun shone through the clouds... and some moments when i was stuck at my homeland, without internet.

this is almost an excuse for the fact that i've been writing less and less lately, and that trend is most likely to go on. almost, i said. i'll see what i can do meanwhile.