The moon, enough

 I continue to believe that all this moon exploration is a Hollywood fakery. Here I was myself. see the proof.

Di Provenza il mar, il suol

This aria brings back memories of my father more than anything else—like negotiating with my girlfriends.

Maybe the presence of the father in most oh his operas, makes feel so close to Verdi/.

Journal or diary

 This blog is definitively a personal diary.

What other point could a blog possibly have? Even when I offer an opinion on the news, a concept, or a story, these are my personal thoughts of the moment. The more concise, the more effective. I’m not writing essays; I’m capturing the architecture of a thought.

I write this in response to Grok,  an AI that dismissed my blog as 'just personal thoughts.' To that, I say: Cogito, ergo sum on the internet. 

Jules Renan please rescue me.