It has been a hazy couple of years, and like a dripping faucet, the energy I usually derive from putting my thoughts into words has leaked away into the great unknown. What joy is there in sharing my most intimate thoughts with complete strangers? Is there a point to us humans just curious about what is going on in other people’s lives? No matter the color of your skin, or the society that...
What to Write when you don’t Know What to Write
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