wow...

...I just think I feel like blogging again.
I stopped in July, and quite some time has passed since then. I don't know what made me look at this page again- probably the notion of not having all my little "literary contributions" saved on my harddrive... and being afraid of having discovered them as lost in cyperspace? Or maybe just a horrible day (the first day this week I did not have my new pink Marimekko umbrella which I got for my birthday in my bag and of course it rained all day)? Or a horrible argument I started myself (and can thus only blame myself for)? Or just the fact that I am really tired but do not want to go to sleep? (I should though)

Considering my resistance of leading a frequent existance on the internet, which I feel only projects a second reality, quite inferior to the "real" one- just using the word "reality" already implies the status this medium plays in peoples' lives which I think should as such be complementary rather than self-fulfilling and explanatory, content-creating.

But maybe I never created this blog as a temporary platform (as implied by the interchangeable name, but who cares about names anyway when you can link it all on your toolbar, how practical!) Should we (care)?