I haven’t been updating this space, because it’s been a long time since I felt inspired to write about anything. This lack of literary inspiration is driving me nuts, because I think the mundanity of life plus the general frustration I feel about certain details of my life have occupied the bulk of my consciousness.
Finally sometime last week, I decided to try and maintain a month of frivolous and superficial living so that, maybe if I start to live in a happy bubble, some kind of positivity may emerge and prompt me to start writing again. The effort didn’t last very long, because being frivolus and superficial actually involves a lot of money and freedom (and a tinge of denial), neither of which I have a lot of. Therefore reality set in and I’m back to square one.
Me sad.
