It’s been two months since I’ve dared login. Sadly, I have nothing to write about. Perhaps there is nothing going on in my life worth mentioning, perhaps I’m just tired of writing about the things that do happen, or maybe I’m just bored of writing about the inane ramblings that flow through my head every once in a while. I’ve become unable to word out my inner equations, inarticulate and awkward, I fumble around the english dictionary like a little girl out into the big, scary unknown. Lhasa sings her soul out but to no avail. I sit and ponder what to impress you with, watching the cursor blink impatiently. I come up with nothing, I become slightly annoyed, bite my lip and close the wordpress window. I’ve done it so many times, I see it as some sort of daily ritual. It’s almost fun.
I’m waiting for my Wacom in order to get this portfolio back on track though. I deeply hope that it is the answer to my creative and emotional rut I’m currently in. I swear, sometimes I get the impression that living sucks the life out of me.
In all honesty, I find this very post futile.