Rants on lit. from Guatemala

i´m back... why? i´ll tell ya´why!

music: forlorn hope, from the band After forever... i love this kind of music, couldn´t you tell? I don´t even know what the hell they are saying, but i like it.

Book: just finished two as a matter of fact, first Shougun by a guy with a girls first name for a last name. The other one "conffecions of a mask" by Mishima.

I thought i´d talk literature for a change, don´t you think? well Mishima´s writing is good! so good that i thought i could have been like him when i was 23. Saddly i´m not. Still the power of the piace of work. it goes nowhere, it takes me nowhere, it just stops. but in greate japanese tradition this just had to be like this.

another thing that fricked me out was the content. The technical side of this book is cahotic, and thus good, but the thematic... thematic...

K. i have to conffes i feel unconfortable reading intimate details about gay people. I´m so sorry to be that extra "none" hip. Can´t help it.

Still, the book talk to me in another way... he talks about the self delusion of love. And i think i can sympathise with this idea. The ilussion... self delusion of something so efimeral is a vice of loneliness. I can´t help it anymore... i´m going really really towards an abbis of biterness.

k. that´s all for now... let´s see if i can find something else.