malard

well...
time for me.
go ego, go.
time to say I did this, I wanna do that.

I've had a journal once, when there were no digital cameras, no real grafic interface in computers.
80's.
I turned 19 in 1990, in the lovely city of sheffield.
I miss that place.
I dont miss who I was (nostalgia is not in my bones - so far...)

I dont miss hand writing (those hundreds of letters in yellow paper are nice to think of, though...)


what am I gonna change now?