Years ago in Portugal, I spent hours reading blogs—the blogosphere, as it was called.
I wasn’t looking for answers; I was discovering people. People who loved building things, traveling, reading, listening to good music, taking photographs, and occasionally sharing a piece of themselves with strangers.
Many of those blogs are gone now.
Most of the people who wrote them will never know the impact they had.
They helped shape who I am.
This site is my way of repaying a small part of that debt.
Lembro-me de estar junto ao Tejo, algures entre o Cais do Sodré e o caminho que segue para os bares e as discotecas, a tentar decidir se ficava em Lisboa ou se partia para Paris.
Não me lembro do dia. Lembro-me apenas do rio.
Hoje penso nesse lugar como uma fronteira invisível. De um lado ficou a vida que conhecia. Do outro, a vida que ainda não existia.
