March 31, 2008
It is time to put an end on the month of March. This month has been a hard one on my side. Months like these convince you that you either are made of stronger stuff than you had thought, or that you just donít have what it takes to survive in this cacophony of overstimulation. And they leave you wondering which, without giving a hint of an answer. In the end, we are all promised a good long rest from it all. In the meanwhile, we are also assured intermittent confusion, constant surprise, alarming pain, staggering joy, and unendurable beauty.