January
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Wednesday. Two trips to Genova, school back, several excellent marks, one failed CD, too much Internet, not enough sleep, a party that left my ears offended and approximately forty conversations with Edo about music. January has established the programme.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.