Started on July 17th 2006, this book has been ended on July 17th 2007.
Maybe due to the fear of repetition, or on the contrary, for because the words
now ran off, or because it is just a compulsive decision, or because I am
too tired of being rejected by agents and publishing houses, or because it is
summer and it is best to stop writing and enjoy the waves. Life takes prec-
edent over art. And it has been 365 days of acting as if nothing happened, or
perhaps 360 degrees of trying to go back to the source, or squaring the city
roundabouts in search of I have not been looking for. And if I am to go back
to the source, maybe going back to the reverse of the beginning will reveal
the subliminal message I have been trying to decipher all along:
… Myself found I and, intensified Beirut over bombings the and…
Pun the pardon. On dead be of opportunity statistical better a give would
2000 and 1996 choosing although, that after – recurrently yet – sporadically
then, 1990 and 1975 between anytime place taken have could above the. Be-
ing own their simply is reference only their if as, dateless and ageless seem
statements some how strange.