If blogging is addictive, not-blogging is even more so...Its a new phase this one, when I simply do not have words at my disposal, forget about the right ones. Not just a writer's block I think, but a phase of numbness, passivity of the mind as a human being. Indifference, like a bad cold, is infectious...and it lasts longer. Simply living life, from day-to-day gets to you, the routine of breathing in and out tires the system. For once, people do not matter to me that much...some hang around the scene, like the set, indispensable characters of an old novel, others come and go depending on prevailing winds and whims.
I only wish for some calm now, the kind that comes from entering one's damp cocoon...Time can keep moving...
4 comments:
yes this addiction can get on your nerves:) it happens to me rather dreadfully all the time,the passive lethargy of going on just like that without having to think a syllable, staying lke lotus eaters drug induced, which is more prosaic than what Coleridge was lamenting about:)
:)
Is there any ailment that we don't share? ;)
Nicely put.. you write better these days
Thank You...Shah O' Blah...
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