Unless you’ve worked it out already… I’m dead. Or at least, I technically should be. I’ve had, in the last month or so of my life, one of ‘those’. Know what I mean? One of those that turns you to poetry as a means of expressing your anger, self-resentment, failure and demons. It’s simply not fun. This is familiar territory for me but this is the first time I’ve called it ‘familiar’. It happens, often, and life for me is ‘stop-go’. Not to get depressing but instead trying to explain why I’ve… not been kicking it well. I have my A-Level exams in two months, I have a mound of homework and revision, I have Tears In Rain to finish for the 30th Anniversay (it WILL be finished for the 30th anniversary), I have projects to start, I have my driving theory and practicals to pass, I have books and things to consume and I’m finding it quite hard to ‘enjoy’ myself. I haven’t had a moment of relaxation for a good amount of time, and it’s beginning to show on Blogossus.
I am not going. I will never stop writing. Giving up would mean giving in to a system that makes me into a mindless, docile sheep that looks forward to weekends but not to life. I love writing. I love constructing stories, worlds and letting myself bleed in without even me noticing. I love it. I will make it my job if it kills me, because anything else will kill my spirit anyway.
Blogossus will now be on the backburner, I’m afraid, and content will be semi-normal. I’m playing Journey at some point in the next week or so, so expect something on that. The new ‘Essay Series’ to replace Film Critique Corner is fortnightly, every Sunday, and next Sunday we’ll be looking at A New Hope. I’ll find a name for it too.
I miss you. I miss writing to you. It hurts to forget you.