It’s not ennui. Maybe the lack of time.
But I know I’ve been neglecting this space. It’s not like I don’t want to write, but there are these dry spells, where nothing really inspires, and the wells of the heart dry up, and no stories emerge. I suppose the likes of this gentleman would ask me to be graceful, shut up and shut shop.
But grace was never my strength.
So instead, I will post a random song from Youtube. It’s not all that random, I happen to love it.
Stories, and words, like puppies, sometimes hide in strange corners, curling their tails up. The fun is in hunting for them and holding them and giving them a tight squeeze. Then they graciously lick your face. In some time, I’ll go hunt for them. For now, I am willing to play the game.