Il principe ignoto

"Il nome suo nessun saprà... E noi dovrem, ahimè, morir, morir!"

Notes from the end of an era Pt. 2 [Premonition]

What will I make out of this? There is enough maleficium in play, and its metaphysical momentum is enough to cause great pain.

I will not be moved.

February

Cold, so unbelievably cold. But then, it is utterly useless to bitch and whine about the weather. It is what it is. The End of an Era draws nigh and I am lingering at the treshold of no longer and not yet.

"And there’s nothing I could do without here
Loving the state that I’m in
Between no longer and not yet
On the treshold of some brighter thing"
-- David Sylvian, "Wanderlust", from the album "Dead Bees on a Cake", CDV2876, Virgin

Reading

Anthony Bourdain: "Medium Raw: A Bloody Valentine to the World of Food and the People Who Cook"
Neil Peart: "Roadshow: Landscape With Drums: A Concert Tour by Motorcycle"
Greg Taylor, Robert Schoch, and Erik Davis: "Darklore, Volume 5"

Observing

Lasse Hoile: "Insurgentes"
Kenji Kamiyama: "Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex 2nd GIG, Individual Eleven"
David Simon: "The Wire, Seasons 1-5"
Remi Aubuchon, Ronald D. Moore, David Eicke: "Caprica Season 1"

January

January of 2011.

I have absolutely nothing to say about this month. It shall pass in the annals, both professionally and personally, as a period that would be best buried underneath the snow.

There is nothing to learn about those failures.