Okay. So, this time it wasn’t procrastination that kept me from writing here, but, moreover a series of unfortunate events, neglect, and questioning whether to continue blogging at all.
This blog isn’t very new and admittedly it hasn’t served particularly well as a narcissistic, conceited, or reflective monologue that writers tend to adopt in their blogs. Which leads me to ask, why? Why have a blog at all if I cannot fulfil these innate desires, to expend a superfluous amount of vocabulary, and formulate it on a screen in the hope that someone will read it?