I write therefore I am. Easy to preach, hard to practise.
At least that's all I can say after looking at the meagre output of this blog over last 6 months.
What started off as a cool sort of diary, did evolve to a window into my own mind and its peculiar hang-ups amongst other things. But like all self exploration trips it soon got bored with itself. What was left was a simple act of entertainment, a self-indulgent expression of my cynical world view. The absurdities of this joke called life, if you please.
However, self-expectation is such a lousy bitch.
For instance, what if you don't like what you write, won't want to read it yourself? What if, indeed.
That brings us to the moot point of this post, What's next in the life of our intrepid adventurer, i.e. this blog?