We live in a time where individuality reigns over the collective whole; where personal interests and gains seem to prevail over those of the community. And ever since the rise of the bourgeois in the middle ages, we have become natural voyeurs. We urge knowledge of the other's life, we buy gossip magazines like water while Big Brother showcases on too many TV sets all over the world.

Throughout the last years we have come across the fact that almost 50% of the blogsphere is made out of personal weblogs. These are diaries, stories of one's experiences, inner thoughts and dreams. Things you would usually jot down and keep under your mattress, hidden from all eyes, but ever more becomes readily available at the click of a button.

New technologies have provided us the tools to broadcast our lives through the net and show our neighbors what happens across thick walls. Let them peep through strategically positioned webcams, some say. But we still maintain control; we still have the power to decide what becomes public and what lays unplugged and offline.

This will be my diary. This is my life. But hey, I'm not giving away the password. Maybe it's just a way to subvert the possibilities, who knows.

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