I am in that state again. I have nothing to write about in the empty pages of my notebook. All I can think of are uninspired mediocre topics that don’t interest me nor the rest of the world.
I am in a perfect state of inertia. This is so because I do not have anything to keep my blood going. What I do have, is a symphony of unfinished thoughts that I cannot translate into paper.
It’s weird. Sometimes my mind is like a stream with ceaselessly flowing ideas. But most times it’s like a desert deprived of any intellectual nourishment.
I wish I was a better writer. More imaginative. More daring. Less boring. A better blogger.