I want to blog, but there is too much I can't say.

Everything I do is to keep myself distracted. I photograph, work, play piano, read, go shopping, photograph some more...anything I can to not have to deal with What I Found Out.

What is time? Time is a way to measure and organise sequence of events. I did this before that at this o' clock. That's all it is. Someone a long time ago constructed the idea of time, and someone a long time ahead can denounce it. Just like that.

When you stop caring about anything constructed by man, only a few things ever matter. Everyday you see people caring about the silly things, the worthless things, and you wonder how they do it.

I keep asking myself, is it better to know nothing and happy, or to know that you know nothing, and be dissatisfied?

I've chosen the latter, but I don't know if it was such a good idea after all.

Bonjour, tristesse.