Currently Engineering a Jailbreak: One Year Later
I. The ledger
This one inevitably ends in Happy New Year but begins with me whistling Sinead O’Connor’s The Last Day of Our Acquaintance; it’s the last post of 2006. It’s also the one-year anniversary for this blog.
Regardless of your walking one two three thousand miles in any given direction it’s really in the moment you stop for a second and look back at this past year: Things might not have turned the way you really wished, for life often blows you somewhere else entirely and still… you’ve walked those three thousand miles anyway.
Time-travellin’ a day at a time…
If today were 29.Dec.2005 and you were to tell me of everything that would eventually come to pass in the ensuing year: Buying an apartment, getting a tattoo, going abroad for the office and spearheading this crazy project, meeting you for one last (?) time, coming to terms with this very specific matter regarding ***** and tackling the problem head-on with more maturity than I thought I could ever muster… And to be quite honest with you, also that The Flash would be cancelled then replaced with some crappy ersatz wannabe…
I would…
Ahh…
…some things just can’t be put into words, man.
II. The promise
It’s in knowing it gets tougher every year and also in knowing I get tougher every year; it’s in the cocky half-smile curling up the corner of my lips and telling life off, “You hit like some damn girl.”
So, 2007? Bring it on!
…Wuss.
This one inevitably ends in Happy New Year but begins with me whistling Sinead O’Connor’s The Last Day of Our Acquaintance; it’s the last post of 2006. It’s also the one-year anniversary for this blog.
Regardless of your walking one two three thousand miles in any given direction it’s really in the moment you stop for a second and look back at this past year: Things might not have turned the way you really wished, for life often blows you somewhere else entirely and still… you’ve walked those three thousand miles anyway.
Time-travellin’ a day at a time…
If today were 29.Dec.2005 and you were to tell me of everything that would eventually come to pass in the ensuing year: Buying an apartment, getting a tattoo, going abroad for the office and spearheading this crazy project, meeting you for one last (?) time, coming to terms with this very specific matter regarding ***** and tackling the problem head-on with more maturity than I thought I could ever muster… And to be quite honest with you, also that The Flash would be cancelled then replaced with some crappy ersatz wannabe…
I would…
Ahh…
…some things just can’t be put into words, man.
II. The promise
It’s in knowing it gets tougher every year and also in knowing I get tougher every year; it’s in the cocky half-smile curling up the corner of my lips and telling life off, “You hit like some damn girl.”
So, 2007? Bring it on!
…Wuss.
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