"What, pray tell, would I rather be than me? Anything but me." So says Justus Mall, who used to be called something else. He was a senior government councillor, responsible for migration, but then came the day when he did something rash, and since then he has been a philosopher, responsible for everything and nothing. But that is not the only dilemma of his life. Day and night he is at odds with the circumstances he has allowed to come to him as a lover. Is it perhaps easier to have no wife than to have only one? Anyway, he loves two, and because that can't go, he starts writing a blog - looking for a person who is exactly what he is missing. What a fabulous paradox: a man for whom reality is a web of invented threads hopes to find something like closeness in a weblog, of all things. He addresses his soliloquies to an unknown lover and.