You are always going to be a twit three years ago

This year, before school restarted and when I obviously still had the time to do this sort of shit, I went to read a few old articles of this blog and resisted the temptation to delete them all.

This temptation is something that repeats itself like a bad dream. It is not entirely unjustified. Reading my oldest posts after two years was like voluntarily paying for having rerun episodes of 'the Teletubbies' -- force-fed directly to my squirming visual cortex.

It's at times like these that I can really identify with Gatsby.

No, I'm still not erasing them. It just smacks of censorship. Moreover, you can tell I'm not writing the same way as I was three years ago already. Yes, you see I still know that the best lies are those that you can feed yourself with until they become true.