What can stand the trial of time? What thoughts? What words? To overcome a mountain they say, you don’t get to be looking at the top but where you step at. Even as I type these lines, that dreaded feeling of a mind creating figments instead of fruits of truth cannot be escaped. It is the fleeting imperfection, the never-ready or ready-as-ever way of thinking that the web enables and us ought to embrace. Ephemera will virtually vanish as new things replace them. Things can be short texts, images, links… This is a beggining to share with as little hesitation as posible. Here’s to letting thoughts free as a current, the current through which they travel and light up rectangles in front of you.