commentary...

Why is the world so bleak?

Of course not. Why am I so sad? Ha ha... isn't it humour that delegates hope?
I'm not so macro-emotional with my questions (macrocephalous maybe), and I don't see the need to comment on the whys and whines of any understanding. As far as I can tell there is no reason for that final appreciation and no order to the randomness of global remorse.

Do I comment on those seemingly greater things?

Maybe, sometimes it's just an observation and a way to avoid the inevitable plunge, the cold heart of oblivion. Right now what I need (besides her :) is some pics from my long-weekend-fantastic... perhaps you've read the post below, and didn't understand any of it?

A bientot mes amis!