Someone called Jean Pierre that I've only met once, told that the best way to overcome a writer's block, is to actually talk about the block. In simpler words, to write it through.
Well, I haven't written in a while. I feel unbalanced, the way you feel when you don't talk your daily share of caffeine. I haven't read anything in the last two weeks either. I just finished the amazing book (the consolation of philosophy) and I can't yet decide what to read next. should I wait for the book fair that is to start in the next couple of weeks?
Have you noticed how hip depression is these days? How you're not cool unless you've had your share of mental breakdowns? these day you don't have to buy a new pair of shoes to be à la mode, all you have to do is fall into a manic depression. but it's not fun anymore. You people just killed it. It's like a cool song that you fell in love with, only to find it played in all the microbuses the following day.
I'll just lay back, play the Beatles song: Eleanor Rigby, and sing along:
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
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