Yet another moment in time when nothing really counts, when I am only longing for the sun. I am tired, spent the last ten years working like crazy, and I feel a bit old and lazy. I live in a virtual world, and my products are made of bits, nothing tangible, nothing to be really proud of. Time flies too fast, and flies faster and faster every year. Time leaves its print on my hair, my waist, my brain. And when I look behind, when I think back on the all the crap I've learnt in high school, it's indeed a wonder I can think at all...