Moody

I’m living in a world of alternations. It is like traveling through that curtain made of shadow and light, in the redwood forest of Andersen Valley, back in last Xmas. The night before i was drawn in the darkness of my despair. Today i am jumping for joy. Feeling like hugging everyone. What’s wrong with me?

What I read today:
Atwood wrote a new book Oryx and Crake
Matrix Reload is due to open tomorrow at midnight, here is the review from The New Yorker. And here is the transcript from the original Matrix.

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