If only we could do humanity as much good with our blogs as our predecessors did with books. If Proust wasn't
busy eating Madelines born in the XIX Century he would have totally written something like this. But in all seriousness, he used that sentence to talk about his writing, so it's not that far off.
I had a dream, that the importance of my daily actions will not be judged by the impact they have on the World but by the effort I put in them. If you've been here long enough or, to be honest, just since last week, you will know that I tend to compare everything to 'when I was in school'. I know, I do that a lot and, guess what? I am about to do it again. Brace yourself.
Imagine the scene. You are dressed up for a night out with friends, wearing your black lipstick and new platform shoes. Right before entering the pub a random guy asks: "Hey, do you think you're Goth?". What would you say? Thankfully this didn't happen to me, or I would have completely missed the point of a night out for some deep philosophical thinking about the essence of life and aesthetics. But hey, isn't this what I do every week on this blog?