» Monday 18 - Sitting
There's an hill in this city. It is not high, not big; it's a small and simple hill, encircled by pine and birch trees. [read more...] [13 comments]
» Monday 04 - The subtle pleasure of booking
I had a lot and nothing to do recently, how you could notice from the few updates. Lack of concentration and drive probably or, as Z likes to say, I was blues.
In the meanwhile I suffered, in a serie of electronic tragedies: computers, harddisks, screens and motherboards died in the worst informatic crisis my desk had ever seen. [read more...] [8 comments]
» Sunday 03 - The naked wrist
My habits come and go quite often: sometimes I start a new one, while another is forgotten. The I'm surprised when they appear in someone else: “ah, I also used to do that once. [read more...] [7 comments]