A reflexió születésekor rosszkedvű -- (sorba rakott, önkényesen ritkított naplójegyzetek, 1995-2001. június)
Reflection is in a bad mood at its birth -- (diary notes arbitrarily spaced out, put in order, 1995-June 2001.)

Summary/Abstract: At the end of the day this time, I suppose, one cannot escape that one must express at least with a password what is really important for him at the level of the diary, what he fights against. I fight against two things: against psychology and Hungary (and somehow I find these two synonyms). Actually, I have a good time while writing. I open and close the window in front of me. Diary writing is not a grown-up thing as one usually complains in his diary, grown-ups, however, do not complain. If he does and writes a good diary, then it is not public. A diary text is a tainted one, in the worst sense of the word.

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