Yesterday I changed the look of this blog, once again, I doubt that my few readers will care the least, by the way, how many? In light of the comments do not think they are more than six or seven, and most of them from time to time, and this is the way, why do I write?
might say, "Well, I write for me to chase my ghosts to kill the boredom ... "Yes I could tell, but I do not need a blog, or publish it anywhere, just spit my likes and dislikes on the laptop and save, or delete, as I will, however, grabbed me this blog so disconcerting-to me, anyway. In this blog, and another, some scoundrel, I write under a false name, fictitious identity that conceals another assumed identity. It has been two months in which Fermat Fermat's the good, no signs of life, more than enough time to close the paraeta, absenteeism, two months in which my particular Moriarty has lavished a great time at the other blog, a wall away, Sherlock yet still alive.
But I have not answered the question I just did, if only rhetorically, why keep a blog? A blog, which incidentally, is not about nothing in particular, and therefore has an interest in indicating precisely the number of comments (it would be sad to incorporate a visitor counter, so do not). 9 Thermidor emerged by chance, Lucretius Blog orphans in LD, some of us seek life: Status Civitatis, in the first place, created by QRM, and 9T, which gave way almost clandestine way I was a blog strictly political at first, and after my joining Status, became a personal blog. I have to say a few words about status, I regret the task that I did to QRM, during these two months of unjustified absence he has had to deal only with Status, I hope that I apologize. Earlier this year, Fermat disappeared. Kidnapped, hidden in a hole and gagged. Had to purge their sins, and come down to Malebolge circles beyond, you deserve Fermat, for pedantic and stuffy. But someone had to struggle with my spasms grafomaníacos-not be called otherwise I write, "even if sometimes delusional way. I hear you typing, just a wall separates us, was a kind of golem created to withstand the winter nights, has now taken on a life of its own, and has become unmanageable, but I think more publicity, but it has garnered critical acclaim and lean groups that Fermat could not be otherwise.
And I still do not respond, why keep a blog? (Or two). A blog absurd, barely readers, and with a very limited interest, thank you sincerely, barely know them, those who take the trouble to read something (QRM, Marce, nux, the locksmith, jesus sanz rioja, and some clueless I think that I have no record of anyone else), soil be a disaster as far as return visits are concerned, I'm sorry. What then? Need to give personal testimony of the dismal political situation? No, it would suffice for this status, besides, 9T inputs have ended up being the most varied. "Vanity, perhaps? You can, but it would be riddled with mediocrity vanity, supposedly serious antics (main charge in the case that led to the compulsory silence Fermat). Is the spleen, as Baudelaire? I do not know. "Look in a mirror, whose image is hardly too much to bear? Maybe that. But above all it is a way to redo the same work, spinning the same things, not to leave a maze that I myself have built: a mixture of prison building to Piranesi and Escher. Ghosts I know who expose to public ridicule. It's funny, though it may seem, the anonymity it provides a nick again makes you suspiciously sincere, there is perhaps too much of myself after Fermat, and yes, even after the type of the other side of the wall, I hear you typing I do not know who can write, so different, so close, shadows, mock or not, it might be otherwise, I is perhaps a shadow, a specter that a Fermat vampirizes with lowercase f.
Blue sky, I like that color, Fermat will tricking between 9 and Status Civitatis Thermidor, and the borderline that conspires against me too, I suppose, but every one in his hand, as much we hear suspicious after a virtual partition. Nightfall, QUAD know not publish this, when you find an Internet connection, or maybe tomorrow at home.
Valencia, March 5. It seems that the weather will change, spring days fugitives who escaped early. Too bad.
PS Would not that it was not so difficult? Galician quiet, it was decided at last. It notes that it was fought child, when one is stuck, or defend, or you are hitting.
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