Well, it seems blogging can be a yearly activity, too! What's to be said & summarized? Today I started to believe that some of us go through the adolescent crisis in our mid-twenties. Late-bloomers, at least. Without a chance for recovery, thirties will come, too: from a current point of view, does this mean my life will be forever lost in a malestrom, a nervebreaking withering of things I've come to love and was proud of having learned or.. is it just a time in life, and I'm a child in time?

The clouds hovering below the moon glow with a soothing, enriching glow. The shining hole in the sky can't be captured by technical means available to me, so I'll just keep it stored safely in my memory. As I did some pictures, readied for publishing here almost 10 months ago. Now I'm quite sure I'm one of the very few persons who know what they are, but in the upcoming days, I'll upload them here. Now they're not just snapshots made in Ljubljana, but also memoire-goodies. It's been too long. Or is it just that it seems like a long time on a starless, cloudy night like this?

Hopefully, the feeling of everything around me being a "memento mori" will pass - soon. One girl I knew, T. (21), died a week ago. Drunk driver, headlines and a major shock - the way it seems to work. All that's left for me are fond memories of her laughter and a decision I will not use past tense when speaking of her. For, as stupid as I may be, I truly believe the ones we liked or loved leave an everburning trace in our heart. Substance is mortal, but there's something more that a person can give to those (s)he met and T. left such a mark in my heart. But it was a deep cut, for so many people much deeper than for me. Yet I still feel it and feel her. That happening didn't help me cope with things I dread of happening and being exposed to. Luckily, those I truly love are still here, witnessing my attempts at grasping hapiness and calmness. Helping me to sail through this night. It seems this, now anything but, glittering darkness won't eat me alive. I have much more things to strive for, grow tired of, enjoy immensely and talk of. The night will end, as I will pass through it. I hope anyone reading this and going through simillar phase will succed in it, too, and enjoy that private kind of hapiness Kele Okereke so softly sings of.

So.. be it David Gray, Bloc Party, Ryan Adams, Röyksopp, Paul van Dyk or Opeth.. let the music fill my heart and the chime of time passing by be silenced by it. Time to update the gallery, too. I hope there's some stuff coming that will speak of the days spent in Ljubljana as clearly as my memories do.

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This be all for now.
May the winds of Fortune endorse your plans & hopes !!