Full of Emptiness
Good writing is creative and original. It either says something new or says something old in a new way. In both situations, novelty is key.
And the more I read, the more I realize that I have nothing new to say – and no new way to say it either.
I am tired and old and tired of being old. I think in clichés.
My writing has deteriorated but I’ve become more discerning as a reader. I find everything I write to be immensely vapid. My neurons are not plastic enough now and my creative dreams have crashed back to reality.
From wanderlust in thoughtspace to the immenseness of vapidity.
Life takes its toll.
When the complexity of layers, the intricacy of textures, and the richness of flavors wear off – pulp may still remain. But try as I may, even pulp is beyond me.
RIP Blog.
And the more I read, the more I realize that I have nothing new to say – and no new way to say it either.
I am tired and old and tired of being old. I think in clichés.
My writing has deteriorated but I’ve become more discerning as a reader. I find everything I write to be immensely vapid. My neurons are not plastic enough now and my creative dreams have crashed back to reality.
From wanderlust in thoughtspace to the immenseness of vapidity.
Life takes its toll.
When the complexity of layers, the intricacy of textures, and the richness of flavors wear off – pulp may still remain. But try as I may, even pulp is beyond me.
RIP Blog.
posted by bigknowshamus @ 2:57 PM
0 comments
