I think people who had abandoned writing across the world would have picked it up by now. Here's me trying to catch up with them. And 'writing' is going to be pissed with me for not doting on it. Sorry! What can I say!
Social distancing seems to be just my sort of thing. I have a good mind to call many many people and tell them 'Hey, you know we are supposed to be doing social distancing correct? Which means we don't call or text'. That does not make a lot of sense, announcing to individuals on a call that I do not want to be bothered. That's a lot of work in itself. I know I am not making sense. There's something very medieval-type-romantic about not making sense. About writing completely narcissistic prose about nothing at all. And no I am not high. I am just re-discovering the virtues of solitude.
While the pandemic is filling up blog pages exponentially, there, I did my bit
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