Looks like this happens every time. The days go by and great things happen. I really want to write about them here, but then the event is so good that I do not feel that I could be able to write about it just now, just yet, or properly, or just give the most complete information, so what I end up writing is nothing, which is so much worse than anything. Writing nothing does not even allow pictures to form, later, later, days later, or further, further, across oceans. The memories eventually completely fade away, and some pictures never develop. So sad. it is like spending a day without drawing. Or taking pictures.
Whenever one of the days in the blog just starts looking like yesterday, tiny posts as excuses for what really might have happened, then just remind me to just go ahead, just write about the real life, the real things. Not just the web travelogue. I will try to get my courage together and post more interesting content today. Things that happen here, as I move around the city, not as I click on links and just observe. Hmm... The New York Times just hit the door step. Let me take a look. I will be back.
A thin layer of clouds just moved in from the south. Looks like this will be one of the more beautiful days.