Hello
Sorry, I spend too much time cooped up in rooms studying, playing, reading, sleeping, anything but talking. I reach out now because life feels something extraordinary and something dull and I’m not sure how to frame it. Half of me wants to dramatize these feelings, extrapolate them into some grand image that just doesn’t exist. The other wants to disregard the whole mess as nothing, rank my sentiments below the significance of a yawn.
So yes, I don’t know. I write because I just don’t know.
