Almost half a year gone. Well—one third, but almost.
I haven’t been posting. Not for lack of words—those I always have—but for lack of sitting down to write them here.
I’ve scattered things on private accounts, small fragments, but I think I should hold to this one: my blog. An itching resolve to post everyday. Not because it matters outwardly, but because something inner’s at stake: me. My diminishing resolve.
Of course, whether I keep to it or not doesn’t decide how much I write. I write by spontaneity, by drift. And even if I post every day but never say what I mean—what use is that? Still, there are days when by saying what I don’t want to say, I inch closer to what I do.
I have been writing every day, just not here.
And stepping away has its clarity: I know better what I want, how I want to say it, and what this blog means to me.
Soon, I will change its whole form.

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