I tried them all. Just as other cyber adolescents, I was lured by the new hip kids on the block. My love affairs with myspace and facebook were much like the real life ones. Hot, passionate, all consuming, devoted, unconditional, and.....short-lived. Leaving behind a taste of annoyance, obscure hurried shame, disappointment, and that nihilism feeling that nothing really matters as we all muddle through just to survive, and all else is a lie to cover up the fact that all we'll ever amount to is a few pounds of rotting flesh and a heap of bones. I will get cremated, of course. Thus I'm back to this hollow willow (another Slovakism, I imagine. You figure it out, use some cross-cultural imagination), because "writing so as not to die or perhaps even speaking so as not to die, is a task undoubtedly as old as the word itself."
I've no news of import. I got engaged and disengaged, got a job for which I'll be moving to The Hague, wrote some chapters for some books, played in few theatre plays, nothing out of the ordinary. Just marking my territory here after the winter sleep.
