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Tuesday, January 25, 2005
  Movies!

Yay! The Mirrormask Site is finally up and quite incredible.  18:40


Sunday, January 23, 2005
  IIK5: The Beginning.

On the eve of New Year my friends and me were drinking, chatting and playing Kill Doctor Lucky. It was pleasantly uneventful and felt like home. Or how home is supposed to feel. We went outside when the fireworks started. The uncoordinated fury of it was not at all impressive, but it's something like a tradition for us. Between the noise and the chaos I suddenly found myself standing next to Christian and Stefan. I handed the bottle to Christian and sighed.

"Now it's only us. Four years ago we were legion, a dozen at least. Last year: not even half. And now... we're all that's left."

Christian's smile was kind but not as reassuring as it was meant to be. "You think too much about the 'good old times'. They won't come back."

"I know. I know."

"Hey. We can keep mourning the past... or we can start working on a better future. Eh. As corny as this might sound. Remember your birthday?"

I remembered.

"Do you want to know how it worked? We did it, that's how it worked. It was an efford and it worked."

His smile had improved. With his words he had managed to not only convince me but also himself. He believed his own words. And I did too. Gladly.

"We'll create something new," he said. "Believe me, they'll all come back. Eventually."

Then he handed me the bottle.

We watched the fireworks for another ten minutes, until our ladies started freezing and we knew it was time to go home. But there was something I still had to do.

"In 12 months then?" I asked Christian and offered him my hand. He looked at me, smiled, then took it.

"In 12 months. I'll be here."

I exchanged the same ritual handshake with Stefan. I felt better. Together we went to my flat to finish our game. The future could come.  21:05