Simply

I was reading, somewhere online, but unfortunately I’ve lost track of it, a suggestion to me as a reader: “record your thoughts”.

I’ve been away from this place for a while. I’ve written a little now and then, but it really doesn’t feel like it’s mine anymore. It’s clear. Or rather, if I think about it: I no longer feel the need to record my thoughts and publish them here. Something, in that beautiful game that kept me busy writing my diary and sharing parts of it, has broken. It must have been life, obviously. It must have been life.

In any case, I’m here, and life still lives within me. Nothing has died, fortunately, and everything moves forward. Quickly, stubbornly, with difficulty and in some beautiful way. It simply moves forward.