all things bright and beautiful.

exams finished and all. i think they were a complete disaster, but then again, the last time i thought i did even remotely well at anything was probably in 1997.

so, your hero is feeling the heat of his seemingly perpetual depression again. i am waiting for a force majeure to come crashing in; a nuclear holocaust would be particularly welcome.

it’s a pity there aren’t any square-jawed soviets sitting in front of dangerous-looking red buttons and those odd, flimsy computers the communist bloc had around anymore. right now life would seem somewhat more tolerable if there was a fair possibility of it being abruptly ended by something out of a glum, run-down siberian silo.

oh well. foucault said it, and said it well: il y a des moments dans la vie où la question de savoir si on peut penser autrement qu’on ne pense et percevoir autrement qu’on ne voit est indispensable pour continuer à regarder ou à réfléchir… and this is definitely one of those. (la question est bien celle-ci: si bien je pouvais penser autrement que je ne pense, cher michel, et ce soit honteux qu’on aura jamais une quelconque réponse, ou bien qu’elle me parviendrait trop tard de toute facon.)

a portrait of a web 2.0 child wrapped up in jackets:

i shall leave you, for now, with these sybilline words. hopefully they mean more to you than they do to me (that is, not one iota). i might quite possibly need… some sleep and a bit less doom and gloom.