I blogging style diary I appreciate them.
I'm not here to explain why.
For various reasons (it's a long and strange, of course) these days is something happened to me one that speaks of experiences, thoughts, and dreams of a person.
That in itself is an artist, but the topic of the blog is the one already mentioned.
It is not even much fun.
But there's the fact that the experiences, thoughts and dreams on this person are art, and craftsmanship. They are seen from that angle that makes them very special art. Blood, shit and passion and despair rather than mental masturbation. It is a common feature, really. A literary example? Bukowski. Mica cocks.
Well, first people that "navel-gazing" (as one would say there), the other arts.
are those things that make you smile. Bitter smile, but do not they all?
In the end, has just passed a very bad time for my personal calendar. Bad thoughts. They survived. You will not speak not of malice, but for that speech is not navel-gazing.
but maybe tomorrow I'll wish you happy new year. Maybe. Somehow.
