In which we are overtaken by events.

Where has a year gone? Or the one before that? I have friends in Japan who I owe a thank you letter to, and have for 4 years now, for letting me stay with them. The letter has grown increasingly hard to imagine. A lot has happened since, and started happening the day I waved - we waved - good bye at the station. They were expecting our next meeting to be a wedding. Cities have fallen, risen again, and been smashed anew in the time since. Pieces have been swept off the board, the board has rearranged itself like a living thing, and it would be the work of a novel to describe it all.

New Year's Day. The day of deaths and renewals. Quite literally, in my case.

N and I saw TRON yesterday, and it was fantastic, nostalgic and elegiac. There's been a lot of criticism of the film, but almost all of it baffles me, babbling on about underdeveloped ideas and implausibilities. Look, this isn't Dostoyevsky. It's a fantasy story set inside a computer. A boy is drawn into a magical land and must go on a quest to save his lost father. It is beautiful and it is simple, and some people are seriously overthinking things.