in a few days it will be next year, yet another, and why do we bother counting anymore, why do we always sum things up at the end of twelve months why not never sum things up or why not every seven years or every sixty two months? Why not never sum anything up and just look forward instead of back, looking forward whilst forgetting what was left behind, no not left behind for it implies backward looks, forgetting what has happened, which doesn't mean losing one's memory, people always read things so literaly.
in a few days we will all be on what was beta and is now just plain old blogger, as before, as always, and yet it is different yet the same, a bit like windows that is to say a false feeling of progress when in fact all is the same. which reminds us of a wonderful beckett pome translation with one word changed:
They come
different and the same
with each it is different and the same
with each the absence of love is different
with each the desire of love is the same
