been a year in this, another space for expression, the instinctive need to be something in our fleeting passage through life. Illusory sense of eternity. It's been a year of design itself, lost in the cibermar to come out of nowhere and become almost anything. Stranded, we hold in ways that may accompany the pain. And smile as exorcising evil and hardship preparing for a new year in a world increasingly old and uneventful. Some think that nothing was as before, and that nostalgia only confirms that it is impossible to return, no longer be the same. And so modern that indefinite progress shows rags. If there is a new, hard to see. And so, between the old idealized missed and almost unrecognizable buried and the future, we sailed. Rather wrecked. Inventing tables, sending messages to someone, from somewhere, share our loneliness. Insecure, fearful, unhappy, anxious, anxious, violent and hard on who to blame. But there are always other hand to simplify the cause of our suffering. Will must learn to play like we said Grace Scheiner? Running the rubble, build a gap and re-build, until further notice. From what has already been, and still can not be played. Perhaps the play genesis of artistic creation is the truest lie. Against everything they think important eternal lords, everything passes and nothing remains. For those who believe it, for those who leave their lives for power, success, sickly consumption and shoot their exotic travel, everything inevitably corrupts. It's just play better with others. With others, not for others. And feel at times that is worth now and this freedom. It's just play, just play. In this case, throwing bottles into the sea. HAPPY 2010!
