Another year goes by, and another handful of pages are ready to grow old. It is a pleasure to say goodbye and abandon them, to forget about them, and thus free from the obligation that chains to them. More than that: it is pleasurable to see that habit is now an ally, and the previous uncertainties and oscillations are gone. There is a body that expands, that completes itself; and only by having it permits distancing and better appreciating the recent pages. The excitement has stabilized at a good level, and the future is less worrying than the present. Is just to keep going…