Demons

In my solitude
You haunt me
With dreadful ease

Of days gone by.

In my solitude
You taunt me
With memories
That never die

-B.H.

We all have some sort of demons inside of us. A marvelous idea exploiting that apears in Gabriele Salvatores' Nirvana, one of the sci-fi films I've most enjoyed. The futuristic cyberspace in it pictured, strongly remembering Gibson's Sense/Net, has to offer a new sort of protection against intruders. The ultimate protection tools are called demons, virtual representations of the intruder's personal demons (which the system somehow acceses through the neural interface) which try to stop the intruder by engaging him in longed or feared conversations. In the movie, Jimi's (Lambert) ex-girlfriend and father appear, trying to solve old problems so as to stopping him from hacking into the computer.

We call the demons (daemons for the brits) because they are wretched, because they are powerfull, and because they are unpredictable. There's no scaping from them, they will always harm and you can't fully know when or where they will pop up.

My particular set of demons is a nice little pack of quite young lads. I'd never met them before until recently, but they, I think, are very fond of me, and therefore rearely leave my side. It is for the later that I call them a 'nice' pack, for their unpredictability has been reduced, I know, almost for certain, that in any given moment and time, they will be there. But of course, they are also bastards which have ruined my life for over a year now.

<-------------------------------------- But I've met and old aquantiance, a demon not of my insides but of everyone's. I'll try to get him to beat the shit out of the other ones, mine. There will be better days. The weather is superb in Mexico City, you should give a try. At least roll down the window of your car.

We must not ignore the stars above us.