I figured it was needed to write down a new journal entry, to remove the slightly pompeous-sounding last one, to have one entry from 2009, perhaps to give some updates to people who might still follow this, more probably for me to read later.

I was pretty surprized to figure that my Akutagawa entry was from january 2008, it didn't seem so far away.

Last autumn I was in a bar with friends, I looked to the back of the bar, and noticed the reflection in a mirror. Although there were many people in the bar, it seemed to be empty in the reflection, it looked like an ideal, frozen, eternal bar.
Somewhat, it occurred to me that it was what art was about. Opening a hole within the ordinary flow of life, to reach out a sudden eternity, another world hidden behind, similar but not quite (there is a whole lot to say about the aesthetics of being off-pace). I took a photo, which is not really good, except it reminds me of this epiphany.

Life's rarely been as busy as now for me, but somewhat I feel like being more in touch with the other world, or the melody of things, as Rilke said to define something not too different.
I don't create much anything currently, and to tell the truth what I did last year wasn't all that good. Yet the feel it's the one meaningful thing to do doesn't quite fade.