nightride

Some time ago, I was imagining myself living in an inner city apartment, working in the city and spending weekends in city parks, too lazy to make it to the beach. And here we go, just after turning thirty, my vision — not really a dream — became reality.

I am not trying to think if it's good or bad, nor complaining, neither flaunting, I just take it as it comes. This is what is happening at this particular stage of my life.

Here I am, lying on my big brass bed (thanks, Bobby), having a large LCD TV screaming from the corner and never-ending city rush just underneath. I can feel the vibe, twentyfour-seven.

So here I am: all alone, left on my own to enjoy and cope with solitude and dig it, and reflect. Even decided not to connect the Internet in here, but I wonder how long will that last.

Considering my laziness, and my disposable way of life, I'm left with enough time on my hands to go through my writings (and my thoughts as well) and decide what to keep and what to dispose of.

Let's see if something comes of it.