500 visitors. I wonder why or who. It's not like I have all that much to say.
I have decided to stop my PhD (for now). Goint to chase another dream now, growing up, taking responsabilities and let the play be over. The anachronism has been around for long enough.

I will arise and go now,and go to Inisfree,
and a small cabin build there,of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
and live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there,for peace comes dropping slow,
dropping from the veils of the morning to where the Cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
and evening full of the Linnit's wings.

I will arise and go now,for always night and day,
I hear lake waters lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

(W.B. Yeats)