Salutations,

It has been a while (a while since what?), and I did not think a journal entry of this sort would be necessary (it is not), but I owe you (who are you?) some explanation. Listen:
I am currently unable to track your lives due to circumstances.
That was the vague statement. Here comes the precise telegram:

HOUSE QUARANTINED SCARLET FEVER SEND IMMEDIATELY DOCTORS STATEMENT OF IMMUNITY

Wait, that's the wrong one. Here:

BAD CONNECTION DIFFICULTY OPENING WEB PAGES DON'T KNOW WHEN BACK ON DA ALSO STUDIES HEAVY TIMETABLE MISS TRAVELING WITH YOUR PHOTOS

But do not lament, for you are not missing on spectacular works of art.
Photography is one form of expression among others as far as I am concerned.
It isn't my main.



I also have a plain, real voice. Here are selected bits of my real journal:

25 August 2009
I am leaving in three days.
I am also leaving in two days.

27 August 2009
Train, registration.
Bordeaux --> Montpellier 2nd class
a beautiful greenish canal
magical
Montpellier --> Bordeaux 1st class
"Seien Sie Diskret."
technical problem, change of train, one hour late.
At night I watched a father and his little boy for a good while before their train left.

28 August 2009
Blaye was misty on the morning of my departure.
(...)
From now on all French museums are free for students.

31 August 2009 - 3AM
Ceci est le journal d'une non-initiée. J'ignore comment sélectionner (...) une étrange hiérarchisation, différente de celle (...) partagée entre, d'une part, un idéal esthétique et d'autre part la volonté de produire un journal authentique. Or, un journal consiste en principe en un amas de faits, pensées et sentiments datés et conformes/fidèles à la réalité. (...) m'empêcher de m'imaginer un lecteur potentiel (...) tournures exécrables! Un lecteur tel que moi! (...) un énorme gouffre entre (...) Sinon l'art n'existerait pas.

31 August 2009
"I can imagine you as a wandering elven widow possibly." ("David")

6 September 2009
A beautiful word: dawning.

Evening.
Milk and honey,
Help me sleep...

9 September 2009
Splenetic.

10 September 2009
Apprendre les langues celtiques.
Danser aux Fest Noz.

12 September 2009
After jogging this evening, as I was heading back to my room and leaving the park, I paused for a moment and watched some guys play basketball.

13 September 2009
Jeff made me laugh today as he turned a speech by Churchill into a personal message of optimism.

14 September 2009
We talked a bit after the lessons.
Walked a bit.
He asked which way I was going.
I indicated the left.
He said "see ya."
And we parted like men.

18 September 2009
"I called her no end of times she just looked up and ignored me."

21 September 2009
Contents of a bag:
"Folder, paper pads, 2 pens, calculator, bottle of water"

24 September 2009
Mon médecin est une personne qui semble être hors du temps.
Aware, yet detached, far from the miseries of the world.

27 September 2009
Edwin Chadwick (1800-1890) was born in Longsight and died at East Sheen.

"Fais un noeud à tes cheveux pour ne pas oublier!" (Lili)

1 October 2009
La méditerranée.
The ginger rocks flashing under the clear water, flashing with the sun.

5 October 2009
Allergy in class.
Walked quickly back to my room during the break.
Dead bird on the pavement.

6 October 2009
Pink Floyd. 100%.
Totality.

8 October 2009 - 4AM
If a child of about ten years of age came to write a story (that is to create a story without any assistance) and publish it, I believe it would be important to maintain the text as it is given, in its original state, without seeking to correct mistakes and perhaps even without altering the lay-out.