I was touched to learn, while returning from work, the journalist Michel Vastel died today. I did not know that he was ill. I do not always share his ideas, but I enjoyed the occasion, read his blog and see on TV. I think what surprised me more than knowing death was made clear that he wrote a blog entry today ...! I do not know what were the circumstances of his death, but I find life very strange sometimes. One minute, the gentleman says goodbye to its virtual drives, the next minute he is gone. I read his entries the past few days. He never complained about his health, but rather spoke of Couillard. Michel Vastel did not see her blog as a personal account, but as a reflection of public space. I think if I was dying, I could not help but talk about it. Mr. Vastel was not a personal approach. He remained faithful to himself until his death. In his last entry, he said he was entering his land. I hope he is in them. He felt that he would leave today? Do we read a farewell letter to the blog or a letter of farewell to life? I do not know.
This event reminds me of the relationship between death and the Internet. I've been saddened to learn of the unexpected death of someone close by email. The total shock. I wonder if, at Facebook and Myspace, we will say goodbye to those we love but we no longer see through these sites. The day I die, do I want to write one last blog entry, to be present on the Web until my last letter? I do not know. I wonder.
I do not want to think of death tonight, I will not sleep well. I'm going to put me in touch with the life that will overflow (well, I hope) Barack Obama's speech in a few minutes to talk to Democrats who will maybe one day mourning for Clinton. I am sure Mr. Vastel that would also listened to the speech. And, even sick, even tired, he would have spoken passionately and eloquently in his blog tonight or tomorrow morning.
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