The Hiatus

I don’t mean to be rude, but…

There you go.

Yeah, chicks are cool these days! 

Confused.
Depressed.
Sleeping and waking
Each day,
Each passing day;
With this same scent under my nose.
With this familiar taste of saliva.
Confused.
Depressed…

But then you came.
And left.
And came again.
And left again.
And came, and left, and came, and left!
Then you came once more…
And never left.
But this time,
Floating.
Like an orchid floating.
Through this endless lake of sorrow.
Floating.
Never leaving.

Now, I know.
This speckle of perfume stain under my nose.
It was you all along.

Now, I know.
This bitter taste of saliva.
It was you all along.

Now, I know.
Even more depressed.

Free Software.  Software Freedom.  Hard ideals that I (forcefully) burned inside my head.  Ideals of a world that is unbounded by synthetic scarcity.  Where the cost of sharing knowledge to a single person is effectively equal to the cost of sharing knowledge to the whole human race: approximately nil.  Where the ethics of community, sharing and belongingness meet technology so that everything melts into digital air.  Air that we all know we can freely breathe.
September 15 is the day we celebrate this freedom.  This is my little contribution to that day’s cause.

July 12, 2007; Thursday; 12:37 AM

My empty soul, why do you crave for the boundless rose that only in her bosom rests?  Why do you dream of that rose to be of lucid redness, of addictive smell and of sweet stings? Whence nothing in you sheds light to even let it grow? Whence not even a seed from you be taken? See the subtle flicker of your presence as you fade away from her sight. See that your pain is nothing but a blur.