I am starting writing this blog in what can be considered a glorious sunny day in London. Despite such glory, it is cold outside, and I retreated in one of my favourite Shoreditch spots. Big windows and chocolate Guinness cake, seems a perfect combination.
I decided to write this blog today because I am missing someone. I want to give my words to the web, and maybe one day he’ll find them and I know he’ll immediately understand they are directed to him. this is my pointless reply, totally and unmistakably out of spite, to the boundaries to our friendship that he imposed and I still do not accept.
So everyday, almost, let's say, I will just take a little piece of us and get rid of it here. It won’t last long, there is not much left, and this is what he has failed to understand.
Writing this blog is exactly what he would have wanted me to do for years, since I left home, him and everyone. Only I am not going to tell him, or anyone, about this place and these thoughts. All of those who would treasure them won't read them. They are to be shared with all the nobodies on the net that will venture on this page.
We are all kind of masochists I guess, so I am ready to rip my mind to pieces and pollute the net a little bit more by my own doing.
