Of another year crawling to its end....

Bonsoir, mes chês lecteurs. Its been a long year, a year of progress and transition, change, joy, pain, and ultimately, growing. I'm not the same person I was a year ago, yet I'm still me. I still walk forward, tall and proud, undefeated, even though I came close to the ground. For those who walk the path this life lays before us with me, thank you. You know who you are and what you mean to me. That I have never refrained from showing, never kept to myself. I hope you continue walking with me.
To those of you who worried about me, be at ease, for it takes much more to bring me to my grave. I'm still here, and this world shall not rid itself of me for very long.
Let us then, take some advantage of a tradition, and turn an otherwise meaningless moment in life into a point of reflection, and a time of celebration. We survived another year, we learned, gained, lost, enjoyed, suffered, in short, lived, through another trip around Sol. Let's make sure we survive the next.
So, on that note, and withouts further ado, mes chês lecteurs:
Onwards! The future awaits....

Docking procedures complete

Initiating refit

Welcome home

Starbase ready…

Docking port open…

Starbase protocols have been transmitted…

Beginning docking procedure.

Alert the starbase…

Open the docking bay…

I’m coming home!

You again…

I hope you are happy with what you did. I hope you are brave enough to one day come out and admit that all that “I care about what happens to you” and “this is your home” is bullshit. You did way more damage than you imagine, and you picked some fine moment to do so. Don’t forget what you did because I sure as hell am not going to. You know who you are, and if you know me as you so petulantly claim, you know that there will be a reckoning.

And the madness overruns my city again...

So, the overflow of fervor is back, again. The TV is saturated with Jesus stories, religious movies, and their like. Oh, and of course, the processions...

It's most annoying.

Anyway, I don't feel much like writing at the time, but I'll be back soon.

Rêves doux.