Flodner

Yesterday I was reading one Spanish conservative philosopher of XXth century and his thoughts about a novel. I’ve read this work 2 or more years ago and I felt that I need to read it once again. The state of contemporary novel is even worse now. We definitely need to find new ways for the presentation of new vision. The series of interesting blog posts could easily form this vision. But they must be related! Not in the way I write this book and mix it with other posts. And mix it with other sites and events in my head.

The cyberesthetics is overwhelming. The social networks are killing me. Their steal my time and slowly tend to pressure my underestimated talent. A cyber romance is definitely a bad romance. With all my rising interested I try to delay different thing and release my desire to search. Likewise in ancient times people searched in libraries, had to cross hundreds of kilometers… and now we search in search engines, social networks and other web-services.

The fact I do not write online doesn’t mean that I’ve forgotten about it. This novel must be written and it would be written. This month I had several big changes which may be even bigger than I supposed. I write a lof of texts offline but now I don’t see the point of revealing them.

The fresh breath of new communication. I’ve posted a small comment to her blog. Nothing personal, nothing special. And she wrote me a letter. Nothing special, nothing personal. Nothing special?