+1, recapping, fin de la cita.

...which begs an answer to that question previously asked: why that fucking +1 on almost every single one of more than 1500 combined entries in my blogs, and an instant minimum of 2 "reads"?

Is it such a peregrine thought to infer there was one constant reader, with a mobile/laptop double set up? Mentioning the fact to a friend, he did reach the same conclusion. Hence, hope.

On the other hand, that video running in our common facebook friends list, which prompted me to remove them, a cheap shot at me, complete with comments.

A reaction to feeling hurt, understandable... to a point.

An attempt at an apology in september, without credit on a payphone, and a few scattered sms, which the network delivered as it willed (or not).

A failed photo message on 26 September, which haunts me still. A visit to The Treehouse, Croydon. The phone just did not answer: "this phone is unable to take your call".

And the silence. Months of nights in winter being cold and inhospitable, as though un silent solidarity. The +1s commence to arrive, never to stop again. The +1s also in my YouTube.

I become CC in Facebook. I pour on the screen, casting my net in every verse, in every stupid joke, in every work of a more serious tone.

...till march and that poem by Borges.

The rest is history, more attempt s. Sleeping two or three hours, searching, writing, opening to other networks.

I thought I find you in Fb, then in Ask. Then in VK and twitter. As well as asking a common friend.

And a message today. This morning. Saying: "if you're man enough, put a ring on it". Messages duly sent, from a friend and yours truly (yes, truly yours).

The only reply is Twitter: "hurt that someone who wants to be your friend, and he won't be"...

And other things...

Oscillating between mockery and pity are not the actions of a friend.

To quote Amitabh Acchan; , "BAS!" Enough is enough. You crossed a number of lines.

I cannot say I can forgive, there would have to be a number of "things".

1.- To ask for it and to acknowledge. I suspect you won't. Pride...
2.- For me to ascertain (face to face). Again, you won't.

Well, go look for your next victim, my beloved wild pony.

This prosimian is on strike, the only freedom afforded me, given my position.