A new old home

Since my move I have a room with a view. Between a tree and the rest of the houses on the street, I see a glimpse of the city. Its twinkling lights and, high above, the bright round moon. I look at this view and can't believe my luck. To be in this wonderful place. And finally to enjoy it! How did I not see it quite like this before?

January 15th 2010

Many days behind.
Now I'm being a liar, the title says it all, but mostly it say nothing at all. None of the things I say has relevance to the day, everything is outdated and old. That's how I create meaning; through time's wear and tear. All things new are temporary, all things old are lasting.