I was having a bad day. On a bad day I become naughty. I don't know how else to act out but to graffiti some sh*t, send prank email, impersonate someone or try and crash the stock market or some share price with a rumour.  None of these are going to lead to anything good. Except me laughing so hard I cry at my desk. That has implications unto itself, and man, i always seem to get caught these days, since I joined the corporate world.

"I have an idea" he said. "I'm going to call you." "No! Don't call me!" I don't know how the conversation went but from recollections the gist was that we do a blog. It was not discussed but in Jungian terms, we would make it a sacred and profane space, a secret room, for memories, dreams, reflections. We discussed none of this. We both, I assume had no expectations. I'd wanted to do one for ages. And then there was this other indigo child, who spoke rainbow,  wrote like he was breathing into words, suggested it to me and appeared serendipitously to make it happen. If friends are friends for life, a season, a reason or a rainbow... A rainbow is of imaginary duration, temporary by definition, theoretically without an end. I want the fellow indigo child to be my friend in real time, rainbow friendship though it may be.