It seems that quite some time has elapsed since my last post.
To be honest, it sometimes takes the calculated movements of an existentialist to really bother with this thing at all, given that I am the only one that reads it.
This, however, is not the point. I guess the point is to do it purely because it's enjoyable, and I guess it's good practice in owning what you are interested in without becoming overtly embarrassed/full of yourself.
But it seems that, despite all the good reasons I have for making this a worthwhile practice, the well has run dry on this side of things and I seem to have lost my original zest for this project. As stated before, this is predominantly a result of not really knowing what to do with it. The internet is saturated with blogs that exist purely to promote a person's life/lifestyle and I do not want to contribute to that clogged cannon.
Maybe it's a matter of wondering if what I have to say is important, but then the old cyclical madness of writer's block starts to feel all too familiar again and that thought must be dumped post haste.
And so, my dear non-existent readers, perhaps my new plan of attack will be to regress to the days of imaginary tea parties, where tree stumps and pocket watches serve as the most important guests to grace my expansive kingdom.
So on that note....
