First thing: I'm not dead. I'd like to say that I have come close, at least metaphorically, but it is not. No, it does not. I'm still here. I'm recovering from this terrible influenza last strip and the remnant of a 2008 judge that is to say little strange. Surely it was a busy year. Duro. Hard. I received a lot of straight punches, straight into the stomach of those who will stretch but I also got some satisfaction. This beginning of 2009 is best considered an appendage of the past year, more bad news. Basta. I'm sick.
A sum up I must say that by 2008, it has served. Maybe it made me realize how or are really serious about me has changed, erasing what I had before. Only that in this destructive phase, heavy destruction, only rubble remained. And maybe not even that. Maybe even the earth under the feet on which to build again. In 2009, I think back to myself. As a cartoon, to be refreshed, redesigned again. A different person. Goodbye to the old me that so much has gone with the past year, broken into millions of pieces down.
I want to start over. I need fresh air, fertile. And 'my problem, after some' time I get bored of things. Especially places. I can not bear. I feel suffocated. By dint of being locked in a room with the door closed and windows runs out of oxygen, carbon dioxide takes over and kills you in the long, numbing your brain first and then stop the heart. I need a shock and a shock of adrenaline shot with a syringe. I have to reactivate them. Being someone again and not the shadow that I have become.
You can start from scratch in 28 years? The important, perhaps, is to try, to not have regrets and do not give up, just as with the thesis. Do it becomes almost a moral obligation. For myself. For my own sanity.
