The domain name, Cogito spelt incorrectly with an extra “R” – says it all. As a search engineer for 3 years, you rely on the search box for all your spelling and grammar checks. When search gets fancy by auto-rewriting queries and auto-substituting alternate result sets, the concept of correctness itself becomes blurred. Wrong words get stuck. Bad habits linger. The world kept being burned down to ashes.

Ultimately, it’s my mistake for not double checking before registering the domain. The sore thumb that is the extra “R” sticks like as a laughing stock, a testimony of the ignorance and pompousity of its owner.

Which is just as well. Pretty much sums up my character and flaws as a whole. After all the grounds covered and all the tears swept, here lies someone who had never felt so unsure and alien towards life.

Murakami once said in his novels, “I spent half of my life trying to run away from my imperfections but end up in the very same spot. I then realized those imperfections are in fact an inextricable part of my self being”. How I wish that this isn’t true. Though time and again, through circumstances as petty as the registration of this domain, the realization manifests and reproves itself.

Life, a perpetual and futile struggle between will and determinism.